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Why I love my dog

In Puppy love, Shelley and Zoey, Shelley Widhalm on December 21, 2014 at 11:00 am

I am going to take a break from blogging about the writing process to talk about my BFF Zoey the Cute Dachshund, a miniature, long-haired dachshund that turned six yesterday on Saturday, Dec. 20.

On Feb. 20, 2008, I found her at a pet store, though I planned to rescue a dog or cat, when she was nine weeks old. I figured I should wait a day before taking her home, so I came back the next day with my mother. We both held her and fell in love, or I re-fell in love. I think it was when she leaned her adorable 2.8 pounds against our chests, snuggling in and making a sighing, contented sound.

At her new home, she started exploring right away, sniffing around the edges of the floor and going down the hallway. I immediately tried to kennel her, but the first night, she whined so loudly, I couldn’t handle the heartbreak in her pity-me cries.

I let her out onto my bed, saying more to myself than to her, “Just this one time, okay?” As if. One time became a second and a third and a habit.

Now, she sleeps with me except in the mornings when she zooms under the bed to avoid her start-the-day walk (one of two or three I try to fit in to get her empty and exercised).

I have to lure her with treats, or it could be she’s manipulated me into thinking that I have to give her the treats to get her to go. The treats are healthy, or I’d be worried about her weight given that every time the thought of leaving the house with her along enters my mind, she’s gone.

I think she’s adorable, especially her expressions and the intelligence in her eyes. She looks at me as if she’s full of thought, trying to figure out why I’m doing what I’m doing or what I’ll do next. She comforts me when I’m sad. And she’s there whenever I need a kiss (unless I think about kissing her at the same time I think she needs a walk).

Here is a photo of me and  my babe:

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Hello world!

In First puppy, Puppy love, Shelley and Zoey on June 16, 2010 at 12:12 am

I wasn’t planning on getting a puppy. I wanted to some day, but that some day was far off. I was in year five of my allergy shots and found that I could be around my friends’ cats and dogs without sneezing and wiping at my runny eyes. Since my teddy bear days, I was an animal lover, resorting to befriending and dressing my bears every morning, knowing that my relationship with animals would have to be imaginary.

A couple years ago, it dawned on me that I could in fact get a cat or a dog. I bought a cat record book and a guidebook for your first cat. I figured I would get a cat, because I was single and worked full time and wouldn’t be around enough to give a dog enough attention.

In February 2009, I went to a mall pet store and saw a short-haired miniature dachshund and held him and thought, “I want this dog.” I went back three days later to hold him again, and he was gone. I cried driving back to my house, and as I lay in bed that night, I tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I knew that I longed for a pet, but I was being a bit ridiculous about it.

A week later, I was feeling dog lonely, so I want back to the pet store and saw a long-haired miniature dachshund and held her. She had a black strip down her back and black lines extending from the corner of her eyes as if she was a punk rocker. I wanted her but this time did not cry. I brought my mother back the next day for a second opinion, not wanting to make any rash decisions. My mother held Zoey, and that was it. We both fell in love. My mother suggested the name, liking it after just finishing a book with a character named Zoey. The name fits – she is so easy to fall for with her zaniness and crazy love of life.