Nicknames: Fluffy Butt, Fluff, Puppy, Zozo, Squeaky Toy
Birthday: August 16th 2000
Likes: Zoe loves barking at everything.
Pet-Peeves: Sneezing, fighting, loud noises (esp. from toy guns.)
Favorite Toy: An old hat we turned into a toy. She won't play with regular discs, so we attached a ring of rope around the rim of a circular hat. She loves it!
Favorite Food: Hot dogs.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere, anytime.
Best Tricks: Zoe can 'sing' and 'say hello.'
Arrival Story: We bought Zoe from a breeder when she was a puppy. She came home as a ball of fur on four legs. She couldn't walk on the hardwood floor, it was like ice to her. It was very funny. Mom thought she was fat, but it was just like, six inches of fluff.
Bio: Her nickname is squeaky toy, because whenever we go to my grandmothers she knows, and when we get within a block of the house she whines, the whine is so high-pitched we call her squeaky toy. Squeaky for short.
Forums Motto: Playing in piles of snow and dirty socks
I had hoped that this page would remain here as a memorial to Zoe for a long, long time. At least until I wouldn't care anymore. That was naive, I suppose. I am disappointed in the Dogster admins. I can even give on the point of getting rid of the forums, we could have found another forum, but I don't see any reason the profiles needed to be taken down.
Seeing as I have no use for this site beyond it's community and these profiles, I won't be having anything to do with it after they're gone. if anyone would like to keep in contact, please message me for my e-mail.
Here comes the snow, furball. It's not much and it probably won't stay, but I woke up to see snow coating the ground today. I immediately thought of you. even though this wouldn't have been enough snow for you yet. You liked big piles. You liked chasing snowballs. This stuff was like a doggy youth potion, and you'd stay out and play with us in it forever. Even though by the time you came in it had always clumped into balls on your fur so you'd sit down and try and pull the snowballs off. It sounded like you were ripping your fur off.
I think the first snowfall of winter is the day that makes me remember you most, even more so than your birthday or the day you left us. I think I shall always remember you when the snow first falls.