While we were driving in Richland, my mother called me. She informed me that a little dog had followed my father home from the mailbox and that I should come get him and keep him.
Although the Zoo already has two canine members, I made the turn off the highway and headed for my mother's house about 20 miles away. This is what I found:
Although the Zoo already has two canine members, I made the turn off the highway and headed for my mother's house about 20 miles away. This is what I found:
Although I was mentally planning to simply transport the poor dog to the SPCA, after seeing him, there was no way he wasn't going to be a Zoo member. He was overly thin and you could tell he had been stray for a while. But he desperately wanted to be loved. My mother said she was "gifting" him to the Asst. Zookeeper so that he had to keep the dog.
We took him home and began the discussion of what his name should be. After introducing the Asst. Zookeeper to his "gift," he said that such a small dog should have a big name. His suggestions were Gigantor or Zeus. Zeus was immediately chosen and seemed to be a perfect fit.
Turns out Zeus is a snuggler and a cuddler! And he loves belly rubs. He also loves to eat Twizzlers or anything else that you will let him, although he begs silently. Although he is by no means overweight, his ribs no longer are showing. He has managed to find his place in the order of things here at the Zoo and it is hard to imagine life here without him.
Welcome to the Zoo, Zeus!
