Zoey is officially eight months tomorrow and I'm feeling somewhat guilty for not writing updates about her since we first brought her home. If it was up to Josh, we'd be writing daily Zoey updates. He thinks she's his daughter and I often find him cuddling in bed with her instead of me (no joke). We've now come to the agreement that Zoey can sleep in the bed on weekends, which obviously only confuses her more. Poor dog.
Quite often, I find myself wondering why I chose such a hyper breed. Zoey NEVER slows down. She loves people, which is only adorable until she starts jumping all over them (we're still trying to figure out how to train her not to do this).
She's on the smaller side for her age and her ribs still jut from her small frame (I swear, we feed her)! Our monthly Wag N' Wash bill will attest to that. It's amazing how strong she is though. This definitely comes in handy when I'm running her and only have to exert about half the energy I normally would exercising.
And to conclude, I've added some pictures of our adorable, crazy, sweet, overly-friendly puppy.
Quite often, I find myself wondering why I chose such a hyper breed. Zoey NEVER slows down. She loves people, which is only adorable until she starts jumping all over them (we're still trying to figure out how to train her not to do this).
She's on the smaller side for her age and her ribs still jut from her small frame (I swear, we feed her)! Our monthly Wag N' Wash bill will attest to that. It's amazing how strong she is though. This definitely comes in handy when I'm running her and only have to exert about half the energy I normally would exercising.
And to conclude, I've added some pictures of our adorable, crazy, sweet, overly-friendly puppy.
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