A weekend in Oxford
A friend's sweet maltese named Sugar Cain, but definitely missing Zoey!
xo, noe
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
meet zoey
This is Zoey.
Also known as: pyscho, brat, or zo-zo. Mom says I should not call her degrading names, but the trainer said dogs do not understand english. So. I will continue adding to that list of nick-names as long as she continues to do crazy things like bark her face off in the car because she cannot figure out how to make it to the front seat.
It is probably not best practice to spontaneously adopt a dog, but that is what happened. I saw this little one's picture on a local shelters' facebook page and it was love at first site... despite my lack of knowledge on raising any kind of living creature and tiny apartment surround by concrete.
I dragged Noe with me to pick her up, and it was alarmingly easy to take her home with me. We stalked the shelter halls full of sad homeless pups until we came across Zoey (formerly known as Shea). She was even smaller than the picture prepared me for.. not to mention cuter. I flashed my ID and signed some papers and about ten minutes later we were in PetSmart picking up all the puppy necessities.
Zoey is a ~1yr old Mini-Australian Shepherd mix. She was a stray pickup so I do not have a lot of information on her, and the vet says the mix may be Spaniel but I have yet to find a picture of a dog looking anything like her. While she has a lot of mini-aussie features, they are usually flat-coated and Zoey is a curly little thing.
When my puppy fever phase began, I scoured the internet for tips on having a dog in the city. (I kind of have a thing for research). I found two main views on apartment dogs: 1. you are the devil and will rot in hell for keeping a dog in that small of space, and 2. if you want to make it work, you can make it work. Naturally, I sided with view #2 and filed the #1 people away as "meanies who do not want me to have joy". In all seriousness it is hard, exhausting work to keep a pup happy with an 8-5 job and no backyard. But... I would do anything for that little idiot. Adding an extra commute to my day... Done. Bleeding cash for the pet deposit, shots, toys, food... No problem. Extending my bedtime by at least an hour or two and occasionally not sleeping at all... easy.
She brings so much happiness to my life every single day. Even when she's chewing on my ankles.
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| "sup" |
Also known as: pyscho, brat, or zo-zo. Mom says I should not call her degrading names, but the trainer said dogs do not understand english. So. I will continue adding to that list of nick-names as long as she continues to do crazy things like bark her face off in the car because she cannot figure out how to make it to the front seat.
It is probably not best practice to spontaneously adopt a dog, but that is what happened. I saw this little one's picture on a local shelters' facebook page and it was love at first site... despite my lack of knowledge on raising any kind of living creature and tiny apartment surround by concrete.
I dragged Noe with me to pick her up, and it was alarmingly easy to take her home with me. We stalked the shelter halls full of sad homeless pups until we came across Zoey (formerly known as Shea). She was even smaller than the picture prepared me for.. not to mention cuter. I flashed my ID and signed some papers and about ten minutes later we were in PetSmart picking up all the puppy necessities.
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| "what the heck is this? my kennel at the shelter was bigger and had a doggie door!" |
Zoey is a ~1yr old Mini-Australian Shepherd mix. She was a stray pickup so I do not have a lot of information on her, and the vet says the mix may be Spaniel but I have yet to find a picture of a dog looking anything like her. While she has a lot of mini-aussie features, they are usually flat-coated and Zoey is a curly little thing.
When my puppy fever phase began, I scoured the internet for tips on having a dog in the city. (I kind of have a thing for research). I found two main views on apartment dogs: 1. you are the devil and will rot in hell for keeping a dog in that small of space, and 2. if you want to make it work, you can make it work. Naturally, I sided with view #2 and filed the #1 people away as "meanies who do not want me to have joy". In all seriousness it is hard, exhausting work to keep a pup happy with an 8-5 job and no backyard. But... I would do anything for that little idiot. Adding an extra commute to my day... Done. Bleeding cash for the pet deposit, shots, toys, food... No problem. Extending my bedtime by at least an hour or two and occasionally not sleeping at all... easy.
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| "I own this bed." |
She brings so much happiness to my life every single day. Even when she's chewing on my ankles.
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