The Great Zoe
Among other things, I have been puppy-sitting:
Zoe
My neighbor C. had been wanting a puppy for months, and when her husband deployed, she finally bit the proverbial bullet and went dog-shopping. She arrived home with the little creature you see above: Zoe.
Don’t underestimate her though, because despite her menacing 2 lb. stature, she really packs a punch. This morning she was running around my house scaring the bejeezus out of Sophie. Sophie tried to do the old My Paw is on Your Head Therefore I am the Boss number on her, and when Zoe yelped her high-pitched Get Out of My Face You Menace bark in reply, Sophie pissed herself.
Later, I found Sophie laying under our bed, peeking out at me as I entered the room. She seemed to be asking me if the coast was clear, her great big ears perked up in anticipation of a sudden attack. Just as she started to crawl out from under the bed, Zoe decided to come see what was going on, and once again, dog urine all over the floor.
I don’t mind puppy-sitting at all, and if nothing else, it assures me that I do not need another pet at this time (an argument we have often enough), and that if I do get another pet, it will be 8,000 pounds and unable to bark.
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