Thursday, December 1, 2011

Meeting Zorrita, aka “Zoey”

Yes, I am a pleaser.

My birthday present, my puppy.  But….

My Mexican Missionary wanted a Spanish name.  My (very vocal and persistent) son at home liked Zoey.  In fact, I think he would have called her Zoey no matter what I named her. 

I had looked at puppies last summer and found this little fuzzball that I immediately dubbed Sugar, so that was the name that had stuck with me. 

We picked her up from the airport on Nov. 6th:

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Brave girl.  She flew all the way from Arkansas.  All by her self.

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She was so tiny.  We thought we’d let her out at the little patch of grass at LAX, but it was so loud and chaotic we decided just to go home first.

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Bryce tried to lure her out of the kennel as we drove home.  She would stick her nose out, even got her front paws out a few times, but would not come out.  Bryce put a small towel out on the seat in front of the kennel for her to sit on, but she just dragged it into her kennel (see the red towel in the picture below).  She was perfectly fine to just hang out in her safe place.

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We finally coaxed her out at home.  It was raining, but she didn’t care.  Every leaf commanded full attention.

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She dragged around branches 3X her size. 

FINALLY I got to hold her!

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Bryce posted his picture with her on Facebook.  Puppies are real chick magnets.  Just sayin’.

But there was one more introduction that needed to be made.

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Umm.  Houston we have a problem.  Sparky wanted to eat her.  Severely maim at a minimum.

She kissed him, she rolled over for him, she crawled on her belly demonstrating her immediate and undying devotion and submission.

He growled, bared his teeth and snapped.

He growled for 3 days straight, I think he eventually broke his growler.

So that first night, they spent a lot of time apart.

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She’d had a big day. 

She snuggled in and fell asleep on Bryce’s lap while we were skyping with Tyler, cozy under her new snuggie courtesy of Dionne.  We melted.

She fooled us into thinking she could have been a Sugar.  We didn’t understand then that she was just EXTREMELY sleepy.

But she’s definitely a Zoey now.

2 comments:

Lucia said...

hello. I came across your blog accidentally :) I love your dogs. Can you tell me what breed are they? Thank you and nice blog.

Vivek said...

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