Mosley: A Mini Biography

Beginnings

Mosley wasn't exactly our first choice when we saw a bunch newly born Jack Russell terriers running around the floor. There were many others to choose from. But throughout our picking session, we were pretty certain we wanted a male. A puppy who can spend time with us and tolerate our disobedience as kids. Ultimately, we caught a glance of a small Jack Russell puppy. I can't remember exactly what it looked like. But one of us pointed at him and said, "we want that."

You see, that same puppy was reserved for another customer. We weren't allowed to take him home. Slightly disappointed, we took a glance of the puppies again. And just like that---a tiny puppy with a perfect round brown spot on his white-colored coat appeared. We knew he would be the one. The family called him Mosley.

In 2011, when boxer Shane Mosley became known in the country, Papa has probably formed an infatuation with his last name. At first, like any other young girls who prefer soft names for a dog, I didn't like it. It sounded terrible. I wish I could've changed it into Maximilian or something. But they all called him Mosley, anyway. I couldn't really do anything more.

Mosley was a beam of light when we first brought him home. I remember so vividly when he pooped in our car as we head our way back. He was clumsy, noisy, too energetic, and so full of life. I loved seeing the youth in him. It was almost like a fairytale having to raise a real puppy for the first time. And watching him grow.

We stored him in our rooftop when he was a baby---locked away for a while when Papa was at work and we were at school. The entire family would hear those tiny dumbbells being carried and dragged on the floor. He was looking for things to keep him occupied. And what he learned later on was gym would turn out to be his second best friend.

The first one was Papa, of course.