My wife and I moved to Florida in 1990 with our dog Susie. We lost Susie in 1993 as she got so old both her hips gave out. In 1992 a little puppy came to our gate. We took it around the neighborhood, but no-one knew where this puppy belonged. That was our Maggie which we had until 2009. Maggie was two months short of 17 human years when she left us. We mourned her loss, yet rejoiced over the love she blessed us with.
After about 6 weeks we decided to get another dog because there was a void. On the internet we found her. A two hour drive north and two weeks of waiting due to treatment for mange, we got our dog that was rescued from a puppy mill. My wife named her Zoe.
Upon Zoe's arrival at our home we decided to let her run free in the yard since it is all fenced in. We were told that she had been in a pen with about twenty other dogs. Zoe is a minature Austrailian Shepherd and is very fast. She would not come back into the house and neither of us could get close enough to catch her. That night was very cold and one of us was outside with her all night until my wife finally got her to come inside at 6 a.m. the next morning.
Zoe has adapted well and really adds such new life. She is smaller than our other dogs and is the only one that was allowed to get up on the furniture and our bed. When we try to make the bed she has fun sliding on the comforter. She is loved and spoiled too.
Zoe is almost a year old now and definately part of our family.
Zephyrhills, FL
