Presence, Pleasure, and a Peacock Tail That Sings

✦  How a Tiny Dog with a Big Personality Brought Aliveness Back to Our Manor ✦

The manor was still.
Not dramatic, just... stagnant.
Like when the playlist runs out and nobody notices, because they weren’t really dancing in the first place.

Blondie was quiet.
Matt was quiet.
I was somewhere between feral and frozen — tiptoeing through a season of fog that had overstayed its welcome.

Then came Moose.
He didn’t knock. He barked.
He peed.
He tripped over air and launched himself into our home like a champagne cork fired from the hands of God — chaotic, effervescent, and absolutely uninterested in your furniture arrangement.

He was not the dog we were expecting.
But maybe he was the disruption we needed.

The crack in the stillness.
The tiny, unapologetic peacock tail of life flaring up in the corner of the living room, insisting:
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“I’m here. You’re here. Let’s make some noise.”
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Aliveness Isn’t Always Graceful
Sometimes it drools.
Sometimes it runs into glass doors.
Sometimes it leaps before it looks and lands in your lap like a furry existential crisis with a squeaky toy.

But aliveness wakes you up.

And Moose?
He barks at shadows, has feelings very loudly, and loves harder than most people I know.

He reminds us — daily — that feeling everything is a privilege.
That joy isn’t always tidy.
That the soul sometimes re-enters through the back door, covered in mud and holding a stolen sock.

Our Manor Breathes Again
The house is messy.
The couch is full.
The vibe is… unhinged but alive.

And honestly?

It’s never felt more like home.

Moose didn’t just bring us a reason to laugh — he brought back the part of us that could.