Zoé
Chapter 2: The Moka Installation
Now that Zoé's dream is coming true, how can we best welcome Moka?
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Moka is going to come and live in the blue house!
But it needs many things to be properly installed.
Mom makes a list: a basket, bowls, a leash, toys...
After school, Zoé and Mom go to the pet store. It's very big! There are lots of things everywhere.
They buy:
- A soft and fluffy basket
- Two bowls: one for fresh water and one for kibble
- A nice blue harness and a sturdy leash
- Lots of toys: a ball, a rope, a chew bone and a small plush duck.
"With all this, Moka will be happy!" said Zoé. She is very excited.
At home, Zoé looks for the best spot for Moka. Not too close to the door. Not too far away either.
She sets up her basket near the fireplace. It's a quiet and warm spot.
"You'll see, this is your home now," she said to Moka, stroking his head.
Moka sniffs everywhere with his nose. He sniffs the basket, the bowls, all the toys. He tests his basket with his paws. Then he rolls around in it. He seems happy! He takes the red rubber bone and chews on it. He makes strange little noises.
Zoé and Moka are playing together in the garden. They run around. They throw the ball. It's so much fun! Evening is coming. The sun is setting. It's time to sleep.
Zoé goes up to her room to put on her pajamas.
"Good night, Moka! Sleep well!" she said, giving him one last hug.
Moka stays in his basket downstairs. He walks around in circles, then rests his head on his paws. He closes his eyes.
Zoé goes to bed with a big smile. She finally has her own dog! It's the best day of her life!
She falls asleep thinking about all the games they will play together tomorrow.
But the next morning, when Zoé quickly came down the stairs, all happy, she suddenly stopped in the living room.
Oh no! The basket is overturned. The toys are all over the room.
What did Moka do during the night?
But it needs many things to be properly installed.
Mom makes a list: a basket, bowls, a leash, toys...
After school, Zoé and Mom go to the pet store. It's very big! There are lots of things everywhere.
They buy:
- A soft and fluffy basket
- Two bowls: one for fresh water and one for kibble
- A nice blue harness and a sturdy leash
- Lots of toys: a ball, a rope, a chew bone and a small plush duck.
"With all this, Moka will be happy!" said Zoé. She is very excited.
At home, Zoé looks for the best spot for Moka. Not too close to the door. Not too far away either.
She sets up her basket near the fireplace. It's a quiet and warm spot.
"You'll see, this is your home now," she said to Moka, stroking his head.
Moka sniffs everywhere with his nose. He sniffs the basket, the bowls, all the toys. He tests his basket with his paws. Then he rolls around in it. He seems happy! He takes the red rubber bone and chews on it. He makes strange little noises.
Zoé and Moka are playing together in the garden. They run around. They throw the ball. It's so much fun! Evening is coming. The sun is setting. It's time to sleep.
Zoé goes up to her room to put on her pajamas.
"Good night, Moka! Sleep well!" she said, giving him one last hug.
Moka stays in his basket downstairs. He walks around in circles, then rests his head on his paws. He closes his eyes.
Zoé goes to bed with a big smile. She finally has her own dog! It's the best day of her life!
She falls asleep thinking about all the games they will play together tomorrow.
But the next morning, when Zoé quickly came down the stairs, all happy, she suddenly stopped in the living room.
Oh no! The basket is overturned. The toys are all over the room.
What did Moka do during the night?
Now that Mom has decided to keep Moka, everything changes for good.
Until now, the little dog slept at the vet's office in a cozy corner with soft blankets.
But now that he's their dog, officially part of the family, he has to move into the blue house with them. "A dog needs his own space, you understand," Zoé's mother explains one morning. "He needs to feel safe and have his bearings. And then, there are a few essential things he needs to be really happy here."
Zoé can't sit still. Her feet are drumming under the table. After school, they'll go together to the big pet store to buy everything they need to welcome Moka. It's almost as exciting as Christmas! The afternoon at school seems endless. Zoé is having trouble concentrating on her math homework. She's already thinking about the cozy corner she's going to create for Moka.
Finally, the bell rings! Zoé rushes to the car where her mother is waiting for her with a smile.
The store is a true paradise for animal lovers. Entire aisles overflow with colorful accessories, toys of all shapes and sizes, and appetizing treats.
They go around the aisles following their list:
- A soft and comfortable basket, with raised edges so Moka feels protected. Zoé chooses one in pearl grey, soft as a cloud.
- Sturdy ceramic bowls, one for fresh water and one for kibble. They are heavy so they don't slip when Moka eats.
- A comfortable navy blue harness and a durable leash for future walks.
- A collection of varied toys: a squeaky ball, a pull rope, a chewable rubber bone, and even a soft little plush duck.
"With all this, he'll feel like a real king!" Zoé says, laughing as she looks at their overflowing cart, her eyes shining.
Her mother smiled tenderly. "You know, having a dog also means committing to taking care of it every day. It's not just the fun side of playing and cuddling."
"I know, Mom," Zoé replied seriously. "I'll take good care of him, I promise."
Once they get home, the installation of Moka becomes a real event.
Zoé thought long and hard about the ideal place to put her basket. Not too close to the front door where there is a lot of traffic, not in an isolated corner where it would feel lonely.
Finally, she chose a location near the living room, not far from the fireplace where it would be nice and warm in winter, but far enough away for him to rest peacefully.
"You'll see, Moka, this is officially your home now," she told him, carefully arranging the basket and adding an extra blanket.
Moka, who had been following them from the office, observed these preparations with obvious curiosity. Her ears were pricked up, her tail twitched slightly.
When everything is finally set up, Moka cautiously approaches his new territory. He sniffs each object meticulously for a long time. He tests his basket with his paws, as if to check its sturdiness, before rolling around in it with visible satisfaction. He even takes the red rubber bone and begins to chew on it, letting out little contented grunts.
“I think he really feels at home here,” Zoé whispers to her mother, her heart swell with happiness. “Look how comfortable he is!” The hours pass happily. Zoé plays with Moka in the garden, throwing him the ball which he retrieves clumsily but enthusiastically.He shows him every nook and cranny of the house.
But soon, the sun begins to set. Shadows lengthen in the garden, and dinnertime approaches.
When bedtime comes, after dinner and a final outing in the garden, Moka suddenly seems a little hesitant. He stands at the foot of the stairs, his head raised towards Zoé who is getting ready to go up to bed, as if he were wondering whether he should follow her.
"He still needs to get used to his new space," Zoé's mother explains gently, stroking the little dog's head. "It's normal for him to be a little disoriented the first night. But don't worry, if he has any problems, he'll let us know."
Zoé hesitates for a moment, torn between wanting to keep Moka close to her in her room and knowing that he needs to learn to sleep in his own space.
Finally, she kneels beside him and gives him one last affectionate caress behind the ears, where he likes it so much.
"Good night, my Moka," she murmured tenderly. "Sleep well in your new basket. I'll be right upstairs if you need me."
She slowly climbs the stairs, turning around several times to look at Moka who is following her with her eyes.
In his basket, the little dog stretches out for a long time, yawns so wide his jaw almost unhinges, turns around two or three times, then curls up into a ball and rests his head on his paws. His eyes close gently.
Upstairs in her room, Zoé slips under her duvet with a huge smile. She feels her heart beat a little faster: she finally has a pet of her own! A true companion who will share her life.
Before closing her eyes, she thinks about everything they will do together: long walks in the park, ball games in the garden under the sun, cuddly moments on the sofa... She falls peacefully asleep, a smile on her lips, aware of the immense luck she has.
But the next morning, when Zoé skipped happily down the stairs, still sleepy but eager to see Moka again, she stopped abruptly as she entered the living room.
Her radiant smile vanished instantly. Her eyes widened in surprise. Moka's basket was overturned. Her toys were scattered all over the room. And... was that a corner of the rug that had been chewed?
What could have happened during that first night?
Until now, the little dog slept at the vet's office in a cozy corner with soft blankets.
But now that he's their dog, officially part of the family, he has to move into the blue house with them. "A dog needs his own space, you understand," Zoé's mother explains one morning. "He needs to feel safe and have his bearings. And then, there are a few essential things he needs to be really happy here."
Zoé can't sit still. Her feet are drumming under the table. After school, they'll go together to the big pet store to buy everything they need to welcome Moka. It's almost as exciting as Christmas! The afternoon at school seems endless. Zoé is having trouble concentrating on her math homework. She's already thinking about the cozy corner she's going to create for Moka.
Finally, the bell rings! Zoé rushes to the car where her mother is waiting for her with a smile.
The store is a true paradise for animal lovers. Entire aisles overflow with colorful accessories, toys of all shapes and sizes, and appetizing treats.
They go around the aisles following their list:
- A soft and comfortable basket, with raised edges so Moka feels protected. Zoé chooses one in pearl grey, soft as a cloud.
- Sturdy ceramic bowls, one for fresh water and one for kibble. They are heavy so they don't slip when Moka eats.
- A comfortable navy blue harness and a durable leash for future walks.
- A collection of varied toys: a squeaky ball, a pull rope, a chewable rubber bone, and even a soft little plush duck.
"With all this, he'll feel like a real king!" Zoé says, laughing as she looks at their overflowing cart, her eyes shining.
Her mother smiled tenderly. "You know, having a dog also means committing to taking care of it every day. It's not just the fun side of playing and cuddling."
"I know, Mom," Zoé replied seriously. "I'll take good care of him, I promise."
Once they get home, the installation of Moka becomes a real event.
Zoé thought long and hard about the ideal place to put her basket. Not too close to the front door where there is a lot of traffic, not in an isolated corner where it would feel lonely.
Finally, she chose a location near the living room, not far from the fireplace where it would be nice and warm in winter, but far enough away for him to rest peacefully.
"You'll see, Moka, this is officially your home now," she told him, carefully arranging the basket and adding an extra blanket.
Moka, who had been following them from the office, observed these preparations with obvious curiosity. Her ears were pricked up, her tail twitched slightly.
When everything is finally set up, Moka cautiously approaches his new territory. He sniffs each object meticulously for a long time. He tests his basket with his paws, as if to check its sturdiness, before rolling around in it with visible satisfaction. He even takes the red rubber bone and begins to chew on it, letting out little contented grunts.
“I think he really feels at home here,” Zoé whispers to her mother, her heart swell with happiness. “Look how comfortable he is!” The hours pass happily. Zoé plays with Moka in the garden, throwing him the ball which he retrieves clumsily but enthusiastically.He shows him every nook and cranny of the house.
But soon, the sun begins to set. Shadows lengthen in the garden, and dinnertime approaches.
When bedtime comes, after dinner and a final outing in the garden, Moka suddenly seems a little hesitant. He stands at the foot of the stairs, his head raised towards Zoé who is getting ready to go up to bed, as if he were wondering whether he should follow her.
"He still needs to get used to his new space," Zoé's mother explains gently, stroking the little dog's head. "It's normal for him to be a little disoriented the first night. But don't worry, if he has any problems, he'll let us know."
Zoé hesitates for a moment, torn between wanting to keep Moka close to her in her room and knowing that he needs to learn to sleep in his own space.
Finally, she kneels beside him and gives him one last affectionate caress behind the ears, where he likes it so much.
"Good night, my Moka," she murmured tenderly. "Sleep well in your new basket. I'll be right upstairs if you need me."
She slowly climbs the stairs, turning around several times to look at Moka who is following her with her eyes.
In his basket, the little dog stretches out for a long time, yawns so wide his jaw almost unhinges, turns around two or three times, then curls up into a ball and rests his head on his paws. His eyes close gently.
Upstairs in her room, Zoé slips under her duvet with a huge smile. She feels her heart beat a little faster: she finally has a pet of her own! A true companion who will share her life.
Before closing her eyes, she thinks about everything they will do together: long walks in the park, ball games in the garden under the sun, cuddly moments on the sofa... She falls peacefully asleep, a smile on her lips, aware of the immense luck she has.
But the next morning, when Zoé skipped happily down the stairs, still sleepy but eager to see Moka again, she stopped abruptly as she entered the living room.
Her radiant smile vanished instantly. Her eyes widened in surprise. Moka's basket was overturned. Her toys were scattered all over the room. And... was that a corner of the rug that had been chewed?
What could have happened during that first night?
Since Zoé's mom decided that Moka was officially part of the family, everything has changed.
Until now, the little dog slept at the vet's office, in a cozy corner carefully arranged with clean, soft blankets.
But now that he is their dog, that he officially holds the status of a family member, he must move into the blue house with them for good.
"A dog needs its own space, you understand," Zoé's mother patiently explained one morning at breakfast. "It needs to feel safe, to have its bearings. And then, there are a few essentials to have so that it's really happy with us."
Zoé is bursting with excitement. Her feet are drumming under the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. After school, they'll go together to the big pet store in the next town to buy everything they need to give Moka a proper welcome. It's almost as exciting as Christmas!
The afternoon seems endless. In class, Zoé struggles to concentrate on her math exercises. Her mind wanders, already imagining the cozy corner she will create for Moka, the toys they will choose together, the walks they will take in the neighborhood.
Finally, the dismissal bell rings! Zoé rushes towards the car where her mother is waiting for her, a smile on her face.
The store is a veritable paradise for animal lovers. Entire aisles overflow with colorful accessories, toys of all shapes and sizes, and tempting treats. Zoé feels like she's entered a magical world.
Methodically, they make their way through the aisles, following the list prepared the day before:
- A soft and comfortable basket, large enough for Moka to stretch out in, with raised edges to make him feel protected. Zoé chose one in a pearl grey color, soft as a cloud.
- Sturdy and stable bowls, one for fresh water and one for kibble. They opt for heavy ceramic models that won't slip on the floor when Moka eats enthusiastically.
- A comfortable harness and a durable leash for future walks. The harness is navy blue with silver highlights, very elegant.
- A collection of varied toys: a squeaky ball, a tug-of-war rope, a chewable rubber bone, and even a soft little plush duck. Because a dog, especially a young, energetic dog like Moka, needs to burn off energy and have fun!
"With all this, he'll feel like a real king!" Zoé joked, looking at their overflowing cart, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Her mother smiled tenderly. "You know, having a dog also means committing to taking care of it every day. It's not just the fun side of playing and cuddling."
"I know, Mom," Zoé replied seriously. "I'll take good care of him, I promise."
Once they got home, setting up Moka became a real event. Zoé spent a long time thinking about the ideal spot for his basket. Not too close to the front door where there was a lot of foot traffic, and not in a secluded corner where he would feel lonely. Finally, she chose a spot near the living room, not far from the fireplace where it would be nice and warm in winter, but far enough away so he could rest peacefully when he needed to.
"You'll see, Moka, this is officially your home now," she told him, carefully arranging the basket and adding an extra blanket for comfort.
Moka, who has been following them since the veterinary clinic,He observes these preparations with obvious curiosity. His ears are pricked, his tail wags slightly, and his hazel eyes follow Zoé's every move.
When everything is finally set up, Moka cautiously approaches his new territory. He sniffs each object meticulously, taking the time to identify the new scents that are now part of his environment. He tests his basket with his paws, as if checking its sturdiness, before rolling around in it with obvious satisfaction. He even picks up one of his new toys, the red rubber bone, and begins to chew on it, letting out little grunts of contentment.
"I think he's really happy here," Zoé whispered to her mother, her heart swell with joy. "Look how comfortable he is!"
The hours pass in a joyful atmosphere. Zoé plays with Moka in the garden, throws him the ball which he brings back clumsily but enthusiastically, shows him all the corners of the house which is now also his.
But soon, the sun begins to set. Shadows lengthen in the garden, and dinnertime approaches.
When bedtime comes, after dinner and a last little outing in the garden, Moka suddenly seems a little hesitant. He stands at the foot of the stairs, his head raised towards Zoé who is getting ready to go up to bed, as if he were wondering whether he should follow her.
"He still needs to get used to his new space," Zoé's mother explains gently, stroking the little dog's head. "It's normal for him to be a little disoriented the first night. But don't worry, if he has the slightest problem, he'll let us know. Dogs have their own ways of communicating."
Zoé hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to keep Moka close to her in her room and knowing he needed to learn to sleep in his own space. Finally, she knelt beside him and gave him one last affectionate caress behind the ears, where he loved it so much.
"Good night, my Moka," she murmured tenderly. "Sleep well in your new basket. I'll be right upstairs if you need me."
She slowly climbs the stairs, turning around several times to look at Moka who is following her with her eyes.
In his basket, the little dog stretches out, yawns so wide his jaw almost unhinges, turns around two or three times according to the mysterious ritual of dogs, then curls up into a ball and rests his head on his paws. His eyes close gently. Everything seems perfect for this first night in his new home.
Upstairs in her room, Zoé slips under her duvet with a huge smile that lights up her whole face. She feels her heart beat a little faster in her chest, filled with almost overflowing joy: she finally has a pet of her own! A true companion who will share her daily life, her games, her walks, maybe even her secrets.
Before closing her eyes, lying in the dark, she thinks about everything they will do together in the days, weeks, and months to come: the long walks in the park where Moka can run freely, the ball games in the garden under the sun, the cuddly moments on the sofa while she does her homework, the new things she will teach him...
She falls peacefully asleep, still smiling, lulled by these sweet thoughts, aware of the immense luck she has in seeing her dearest dream finally fulfilled.
But the next morning, when Zoé skipped happily down the stairs, still sleepy but eager to see Moka and start this new chapterThey had been together all day, but she stopped abruptly upon entering the living room.
Her radiant smile vanished instantly.
Her eyes widened in surprise and concern.
Something is definitely wrong. Something has clearly changed overnight.
Moka's basket is overturned. Her toys are scattered all over the room. And... is that a corner of the rug that's been chewed?
What could have happened during that first night?
Until now, the little dog slept at the vet's office, in a cozy corner carefully arranged with clean, soft blankets.
But now that he is their dog, that he officially holds the status of a family member, he must move into the blue house with them for good.
"A dog needs its own space, you understand," Zoé's mother patiently explained one morning at breakfast. "It needs to feel safe, to have its bearings. And then, there are a few essentials to have so that it's really happy with us."
Zoé is bursting with excitement. Her feet are drumming under the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. After school, they'll go together to the big pet store in the next town to buy everything they need to give Moka a proper welcome. It's almost as exciting as Christmas!
The afternoon seems endless. In class, Zoé struggles to concentrate on her math exercises. Her mind wanders, already imagining the cozy corner she will create for Moka, the toys they will choose together, the walks they will take in the neighborhood.
Finally, the dismissal bell rings! Zoé rushes towards the car where her mother is waiting for her, a smile on her face.
The store is a veritable paradise for animal lovers. Entire aisles overflow with colorful accessories, toys of all shapes and sizes, and tempting treats. Zoé feels like she's entered a magical world.
Methodically, they make their way through the aisles, following the list prepared the day before:
- A soft and comfortable basket, large enough for Moka to stretch out in, with raised edges to make him feel protected. Zoé chose one in a pearl grey color, soft as a cloud.
- Sturdy and stable bowls, one for fresh water and one for kibble. They opt for heavy ceramic models that won't slip on the floor when Moka eats enthusiastically.
- A comfortable harness and a durable leash for future walks. The harness is navy blue with silver highlights, very elegant.
- A collection of varied toys: a squeaky ball, a tug-of-war rope, a chewable rubber bone, and even a soft little plush duck. Because a dog, especially a young, energetic dog like Moka, needs to burn off energy and have fun!
"With all this, he'll feel like a real king!" Zoé joked, looking at their overflowing cart, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Her mother smiled tenderly. "You know, having a dog also means committing to taking care of it every day. It's not just the fun side of playing and cuddling."
"I know, Mom," Zoé replied seriously. "I'll take good care of him, I promise."
Once they got home, setting up Moka became a real event. Zoé spent a long time thinking about the ideal spot for his basket. Not too close to the front door where there was a lot of foot traffic, and not in a secluded corner where he would feel lonely. Finally, she chose a spot near the living room, not far from the fireplace where it would be nice and warm in winter, but far enough away so he could rest peacefully when he needed to.
"You'll see, Moka, this is officially your home now," she told him, carefully arranging the basket and adding an extra blanket for comfort.
Moka, who has been following them since the veterinary clinic,He observes these preparations with obvious curiosity. His ears are pricked, his tail wags slightly, and his hazel eyes follow Zoé's every move.
When everything is finally set up, Moka cautiously approaches his new territory. He sniffs each object meticulously, taking the time to identify the new scents that are now part of his environment. He tests his basket with his paws, as if checking its sturdiness, before rolling around in it with obvious satisfaction. He even picks up one of his new toys, the red rubber bone, and begins to chew on it, letting out little grunts of contentment.
"I think he's really happy here," Zoé whispered to her mother, her heart swell with joy. "Look how comfortable he is!"
The hours pass in a joyful atmosphere. Zoé plays with Moka in the garden, throws him the ball which he brings back clumsily but enthusiastically, shows him all the corners of the house which is now also his.
But soon, the sun begins to set. Shadows lengthen in the garden, and dinnertime approaches.
When bedtime comes, after dinner and a last little outing in the garden, Moka suddenly seems a little hesitant. He stands at the foot of the stairs, his head raised towards Zoé who is getting ready to go up to bed, as if he were wondering whether he should follow her.
"He still needs to get used to his new space," Zoé's mother explains gently, stroking the little dog's head. "It's normal for him to be a little disoriented the first night. But don't worry, if he has the slightest problem, he'll let us know. Dogs have their own ways of communicating."
Zoé hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to keep Moka close to her in her room and knowing he needed to learn to sleep in his own space. Finally, she knelt beside him and gave him one last affectionate caress behind the ears, where he loved it so much.
"Good night, my Moka," she murmured tenderly. "Sleep well in your new basket. I'll be right upstairs if you need me."
She slowly climbs the stairs, turning around several times to look at Moka who is following her with her eyes.
In his basket, the little dog stretches out, yawns so wide his jaw almost unhinges, turns around two or three times according to the mysterious ritual of dogs, then curls up into a ball and rests his head on his paws. His eyes close gently. Everything seems perfect for this first night in his new home.
Upstairs in her room, Zoé slips under her duvet with a huge smile that lights up her whole face. She feels her heart beat a little faster in her chest, filled with almost overflowing joy: she finally has a pet of her own! A true companion who will share her daily life, her games, her walks, maybe even her secrets.
Before closing her eyes, lying in the dark, she thinks about everything they will do together in the days, weeks, and months to come: the long walks in the park where Moka can run freely, the ball games in the garden under the sun, the cuddly moments on the sofa while she does her homework, the new things she will teach him...
She falls peacefully asleep, still smiling, lulled by these sweet thoughts, aware of the immense luck she has in seeing her dearest dream finally fulfilled.
But the next morning, when Zoé skipped happily down the stairs, still sleepy but eager to see Moka and start this new chapterThey had been together all day, but she stopped abruptly upon entering the living room.
Her radiant smile vanished instantly.
Her eyes widened in surprise and concern.
Something is definitely wrong. Something has clearly changed overnight.
Moka's basket is overturned. Her toys are scattered all over the room. And... is that a corner of the rug that's been chewed?
What could have happened during that first night?