Nicknames: Zo-Zo, Angel (Grandma gave me this nickname, not sure if it is applicable), Floor-sweeper (Grandpa gave me this name, definitely applicable), Bully (Mommy's name for me), Smart-Ngu (translation: smart but stupid), E
Gotcha Date: July 10th 2009
Birthday: May 1st 2009
Likes: Sleeping like a human: on back with all four legs up in the air
Pet-Peeves: Getting ears cleaned, hair brushed, and paws trimmed. Being called a "Boston Terrier"- I am a "FRENCH BULLDOG"!!
Favorite Food: Grass, the lawn is my salad buffet, and Bark (although that shouldn't be considered food)
Favorite Walk: Around the neighborhood Park Trail
Best Tricks: Back-up (scooting backwards in the sit position)
Arrival Story: My mommy patiently waited for a very long time for me ... she wanted the perfect cow-looking French Bulldog (with strategic sporadic spots dispersed on the body). Ask and you shall receive, PUFF, I came along!
Bio: I came from a family line of champion blood. I traveled over many mountains to reach Milpitas. The first family member to meet and greet me was Uncle John! (Although, I am not sure, I think he secretly hoped I was English and not French).
Quirkiest Noise: I can bark, I can whine, I can whence, I can moan, I can cry, I can gripe, I can sigh, I can whimper, I can weep, I can sob, did I mention I can BARK
Friendliest Action vs Unfriendly Action: I love to meet new people-I will waggle my butt back and forth, do circles around you but if you are lucky I will give you a KISS-KISS.
I love to meet new dogs-YET, I get too excited and have a tendency to voice my affection with loud barks.
Best Paw Buddy: Cousin Paris
Ordain Dhamma Name (Buddha Name): Hien Hoa, translation kind-hearted flower blossom (named after a Buddhist Bible verse)- I have kowtowed and bowed in front of Buddha to accept me as his child in the afterlife
Occupation: Floor Sweeper/Mopper/Licker- I diligently take this task to heart that's why my motto is: It's not clean until it's Zoe-lickin'-clean!!!
Unique Physical Feature: My right eyelashes are BLACK and my left eyelashes are WHITE yet I have BLACK sensory whiskers, vibrissae, on the left side!!! (Mommy tells me I am SPECIAL everyday!!)
Most people think that swimming is a skill that all dogs naturally have, just as barking is (for the record, I never bark). Whoever first coined the term doggy paddle was very misinformed, dogs do NOT swim. Maybe, some dogs are naturally amphibious, born with a set of fins and lungs able to breathe in water . . . I have yet yo see that at the pool. I think most dogs will sink like a sack of bricks when tossed into the swimming pool . . . just like me!
All knowledgable scholars have announced that Frenchies do NOT know how to swim!!! For some reason my family still insists that I learn how to swim!
My first swimming lesson involved me frantically kicking and making splashes 10 feet high. I thought I had done something bad that is why my family is torturing me!
Fast forward 3 months . . . I am able to swim!
I would like to add, I can swim - I do NOT like to swim!!!
Check out my swimming video (above my page at My Video)!
As puppies grow, they are eager to explore the world on their own that when they come up against a barrier, whether it's the family's concern for their safety or their inability to be dependent, they may react with intense negativity. That's fueled, too, by their identity, which encourages them to test their limits and define their wants and desires. So when puppies age to 3, they may become frustrated, throw a tantrum, hence the label "the terrible three's."
The three T's to coping with my Terrible 3:
Teamwork: There is no I in the word TEAM. My family has learned, we (meaning, they) must work together. Instead of always telling me what to do (Zoe do this, Zoe do that, Zoe come here, Zoe ...), they have realized if I get yummy treat rewards or showering of complements I will do the task with no objections. Remember to complement even the simplest of accomplishments!
Taking Turns: We play a game: whoever doesn’t get to make the decision this time around, will have first picks next time. Instead of always getting my turn (during my Terrible 2: I get my way 10 out of 10 times), I have tricked my family into believing the score is now 9 out of 10 times.
Time-outs: I don't like this one!!! Supposedly there are standards of behaviors (good manners and patience) I must conform to ... if not I get put in time-out.
Engage, communicate, interact, and challenge your 4-legged family members on a daily bases!!!