Z is for Zoë

     While home for Easter, my husband browsed Craigslist.    He loves to look for the sake of it and one of his very favorite categories is the free section.  That particular weekend he came across an ad for a free Chihuahua puppy.  I personally thought it was too good to be true.  People generally don’t give dogs like that away.   The pessimist in me figured there had to be something wrong with it.  I looked at the picture of the puppy the advertiser provided and saw the cutest little dog I had ever seen.   I had to call about her!  Luckily the puppy was still available and the more I talked to the lady trying to get rid of her, the sorrier I felt for the puppy in the picture.  The lady wanted rid of her yesterday.  She had too many dogs in a place where she wasn’t supposed to have them in the first place.

      Even though we already have 3 dogs I felt my resistance weakening.  My son pleaded with us to get the puppy for him.  Everyone else had a pet in the house who loved them best, except for him.  He wanted a dog that would love him and sleep with him at night.  I agreed to go see the puppy.  I knew deep down who would get stuck potty training and taking care of this animal.  It would be me.  I would be stuck picking up microscopic poop and pools of pee.  Deep down I knew the last thing we needed was another dog.  Our dogs all got along.   What kind of chaos would erupt adding a new dog to the equation?  Unfortunately, I am a sucker for cute and cuddly.  She had me at hello.

       We named her Zoë.   For such a little dog she has a powerful amount of energy.  She races around the house at full speed like Speedy Gonzales jumping around the other dogs and the cat with an exuberance I can’t even fathom ever having.  She also has a penchant for biting toes and nibbling ears.   Like the rest of us, all of my fur babies have taken her into their hearts.  She has brought unbridled joy back into my life.  Where only a short time ago life looked so bleak, the sun is now shining through this lovable little dog.  

        When she runs out of steam, she sleeps and is the

softest, cuddliest little canine I have known.  Often I will look down and find her asleep across my shoe.  Other times I find her sleeping in a heap with the other dogs.  Finally our miniature pinscher has a playmate!  But then, Zoë is a playmate for anyone game enough to take her on.  Amazingly enough, even house breaking her has been a joy.  She rushes right out, takes care of business, and then returns to the porch.  You simply can’t ask for better than that!