I’m telling you, Moe should have been born west of the Mississippi. He doesn’t get much appreciation in the east, but west of the river, boy howdy, does he get attention!

Hiking around the park yesterday, so many people stopped to pet and admire him. They love his spots, his curly tail, his jaunty strut.

But the best one was outside the Dollar General where I rescued an exhausted Russ yesterday evening. A woman passing by looked down and exclaimed “Look at you, you little stud muffin!” Which made both Russ and me laugh out loud.

So you may now address him, not as Mr. Moe, but as “Stud Muffin.”

That’s MR. Stud Muffin to you!