Puppies make it very hard to get even the smallest things done. Right now, my house is a mess, I’ve only written eight days out of the last month and I can’t even remember the last time I slept in past six. …I sound like I have a BABY, don’t I? Sheesh. And it’s all because of this little face:
Luckily, our new puppy, Zoey, is starting to settle down and get into a routine. That routine includes lots of walks, playing with the tennis ball, and snuggling on the couch. She’s full of energy and I swear, we’ve met more neighbors in the three weeks since we’ve adopted her than we have in the entire year we lived here! The cats have adjusted just fine and while they aren’t best friends yet, there hasn’t been any blood spilled, so I’m counting THAT as a success.
Zoey gets her name from one of my favorite characters of all time: Zoe from Firefly. So far, she hasn’t exhibited any kick-your-ass-and-take-no-names behavior, but she’s only four months old. I’ll keep you posted. She DOES love peanut butter and tennis balls and sitting for treats. We’re working on things like STAY and DROP IT and behaving on the leash, but every day she gets a little better.
When Eric and I fist started talking about adopting a dog, we wanted just that: a dog. We had little to no desire to get a puppy and planned on adopting an adult dog from the shelter. But all of the animal shelters around here have really strict adoption policies. Of course, that’s to ensure the best possible home for the dog, so we understood. We were bummed about it, but whatever, we have the cats. Then my friend from elementary school posted on facebook, asking if anyone would like a puppy that she had found…
One look and I was in love.
Zoey was dumped on the side of the road in West Virgina, about four hours from here. Someone tossed her out of the car and left her to die when she was about five weeks old, all alone, in the middle of nowhere. When my friend found her, she was very nearly dead. She took Zoey in and took care of her for as long as she could, but she had other dogs and couldn’t keep her. I begged Eric for almost two days, showing him pictures that my friend had posted, before he agreed that we could take her for a weekend to see how she did with the cats. We drove two hours, met my friend, and picked her up. Zoey was much smaller than I thought she’d be – she looks so big in the pictures! She jumped right into my arms and started kissing my face, and snuggled up in my lap for the rest of the way home.
Needless to say, Zoey stayed with us. We think she’s just about four months old, and she gets bigger every day! I swear, her paws are bigger every time I look at her, but I could just be imagining things. 😉 Hopefully she won’t get TOO big — she’s a lab/beagle mix (we think!) — but her paws are bigger than my brother’s 50lb Australian Shepherd, so we’ll see. She’s super laid back, as far as puppies go, which I’m thrilled about. I’ve gotten plenty of writing done over the last week while she’s been hanging out on the sofa, chewing on her bone.
Hopefully I’ll have more pictures of her soon. I lost the charger for my camera and it’s SUPER hard to get her to sit still to take a picture on my iPhone. Hopefully, now that she’s used to living with us and a little calmer, things can start to get back to normal around here!