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 The Groups I'm In: !!!!!!!!**Ottawa-Area Pets**!!!!!!!!, FANCYPANTS CAFE, Ontario puppals, Pit Bull Lovers, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~ The Last Forum I Posted In: A Dog Attacked Me
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.
You would have been eleven today. I hope wherever you are it's piled up with giant snowdrifts for you. Magic snow that doesn't cling to your fur and freeze in giant snowballs. lol.
I feel so bad, I forgot your birthday today until I was reminded with a wonderful little gift from a Dogster friend. I'm sorry Zoe. But it doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you. We think about you all the time.
Every single time we see another sheltie we think of you. I can see it in Dad's eyes every time he sees a sheltie, he misses you like crazy.
Just yesterday I was playing with my Uncle's new Aussie pup Beau, and we were playing tug. Dad said "I wish my dog would do that." because Tai and Rika just aren't into tug. Then we reminisced about how much you used to love tug of war.
I remember you would hold on so tight we could swing you in a circle, all four feet off the ground. I remember we had to hide your favorite tug and fetch toy sometimes, because as soon as you saw it you would go crazy. I remember that when we played tug, you used to shake your head and growl so much that someone could almost believe you were actually aggressive, but we knew it was just you playing.
Today we mentioned how you used to clean up every little crumb from a treat, Tai and Rika aren't nearly as neat. And I remember that we used to give you your treats on the hard floor so it would be easy to clean up if any mess was left behind, but you always went to the nearest carpet or rug for some reason.
We are always thinking of you.
Next month, we'll have been without you for two whole years, Fluffy Butt. We miss you.
