Zig, Zig, Zig-A-Roo
Faster than a speeding mouse. Able to leap tall couch's in a single bound.
Look out in the yard! It's a sock. It's a shoe. No, It's Zig-A-Roo!
Can you believe our little man is a year old? This little guy has so much personality. It seems that he is always smiling and up to mischief. It just seems like it was yesterday that I picked up that squirming (car sick) little puppy. From the very beginning he gave me that warm all over feeling (puked in my lap).
He is such a quick learner, Zoë taught him to dig under the fence in less than a day! Ziggy and I had so much fun nailing chicken wire to the fence so the little escape artist stayed in his own yard. I still can't believe how he was out gallivanting the neighborhood while I was at work and then sitting in the window wagging his tail when I returned home. "See mom, I am such a good boy!", too bad the neighbor snitched on him!
Summer was such fun. Ziggy loved the pool but sank like a rock. Did that stop him? No, he found the stairs and there you could find him wading and basking in the sun. Of course if a float came by Ziggy was sure to hop a ride so he could float around the pool. He was mighty dapper looking in his bright orange life vest. I just love the smell of wet dogs.
Now let's talk about the $100 dollars I paid for puppy classes. You know it is a lost cause when the trainer looks at you and says, "He is very food oriented isn't he?" There is nothing like watching Ziggy when a treat is near by. Sit, your joking! I can see that Pup-a-roni in your hand. Me, me, me, me! Now I don't blame this on Ziggy. You have to remember that he is in competition with Zoë for the treats. Ziggy will never win any obedience awards (totally my fault) but we love our little retard!
I have to say he has changed my life in the past year. I have learned to sleep on three inches of bed (Ziggy and Zoë need their room to stretch out). I wake to Ziggy jumping on my chest so I will get up to give him his morning treat. Then I make sure I have a good hand hold on something so he doesn't knock me down as he races for the kitchen. Yes, my life consists of working so I can keep Ziggy and Zoë in dog treats.
What does Zoë think of her little brother? "Mom, he follows me everywhere!" He has been Zoë's little shadow from the moment we brought him home. They are a constant ball of tumbling fur as they play together. They play until they absolutely fall over from exhaustion.
I just want to say thank you for Ziggy. You let him come to my home even after seeing how I totally spoiled Zoë. Yes, Ziggy could have been a champion. He is smart and has such good form. Instead though, you have allowed me into making him my retarded little man. December 6, 2006, Happy first Birthday Ziggy!
Ramona
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