Mocha was born on the street. She was one of the many unwanted puppies born every day, without a future, without hope. Her mother is a setter mix, tiny and very sweet, and her father is unknown, though surely something chocolate-colored, because both Mocha and her sister turned out like a dessert, chocolate, caramel, and a touch of cream for that tricolor coat. Her mother and sister have been adopted. Mocha is still with us at the shelter.
She is a small, gentle little dog. A bit shy and hesitant with people, but incredibly social and joyful when she is with other dogs. And beyond being chocolate-colored, caramel-toned, shy, and reserved, Mocha is also remarkably expressive. So much so that in every photo we take of her, a new expression appears, a new look, a new pose. It is as if she is playing roles, experimenting with characters she might one day perform on stage. One moment she is sweet and innocent, the next she turns serious and composed, and then again she becomes almost arrogant or mischievous, like a little spy. She owes this talent mostly to her amber eyes and the markings above them, which give her that extra expressiveness.
Beyond all the roles we imagine for her, Mocha is simply a tiny dog trying to understand the world and the people in it. It would mean so much for her to be chosen. The first day in a new home, she might curl up quietly in a corner. By the second, she will start to come out, open up, and show her character, a character that still carries something of a puppy.
