“Wull hawdy ther guuys. Mah name’s Mooseh. Ahm a Great Dayne. That means ahm biyg. Ah don feeel biyg. Bud ah guess ahyam.”
Moosey has an accent from the deep south. Well he would, if he could talk. He really doesn’t need to talk though, because his mama Jules talks for him. Jules is about as tall as Moose, looks like a blonde doll and has the most creative, dirty and wonderful brain you ever did meet. Maybe she got poor ol’ Moose’s brains too. Moose is a bit low on things. Like balls. Moose only ever had one ball. But now they’re both gone. On the day we hung out he’d just had his lone ball removed, so he was even more sookie and cute (in a giant way) than normal. Oh Moosey.