Tag Archives: Zoe’s Life

I was born in a small farm house in Texas and my litter-mates and I were dropped off at the local shelter. We looked like Aussies but who knows who my original daddy is. I’m definitely a herder, more on that in another post.

At five weeks they took me to the hospital and put me under for an operation. Two days later I met my real parents. Others had come and applied for me but reneged. So my real parents put me in a cardboard box and took me with them and made a home all my nine years.

I jumped out of the cardboard box, little puffball that I was at six weeks, and settled into mama’s lap and have loved riding in cars ever since.

Of course I had worms and severe Coccidia so needed fluids and medication two days into my new home. Dee was able to help with that.

Then, after I learned to do stairs, I couldn’t do them any more and Aunt Val (an Aggie, the best Vets around) asked me to come in for some x-rays and said to my folks that this is the worst case of hip dysplasia she’d ever seen, and in a small pup. So they took out my hips at six and nine months of age and my folks took me for swimming therapy and mom walked me every day and I grew my own hips with cartilage. That’s why I’m THW, The Hipless Wonder.

Honey, I can lose a Golden Retriever around a tree in a heartbeat. They go another hundred feet and look back and ask “where did she go?” By being disabled early in life, I know where to look for the ball on a stick. I’m in the outfield before the other dogs and pups leave home base.

I’ve many stories to tell and want to know if I should start my own dlog or stay with mom’s. Time for a nap. Next time: Herding 101. Zoe THW

Good morning, Mommy! It’s 5:30 a.m. and I just threw up on your bathroom rug. Please clean it up and take me out. I feel better already.

I was thinking of you only having to do one more load of wash today, said rug, so didn’t do it on the bed or carpet. I’m a good girl just got something nasty out of the bushes last night and probably a certain person who remains nameless gave me a couple of extra treats.

Out? Now! Of course I won’t do everything. I’ll make you take me out at seven, too, and won’t do anything of consequence then either.

OK we’re home and it looks like you’re making bacon and eggs for Dad. Hmm. Instead of lying down and watching you cook, I’m going to sit here and stare at you until you make me dinner. Stare looks like it’s working. The tea is done, juice is poured and while you have nothing for yourself, I’m NEXT! Yea!

Oh, thanks for dinner. Take me out again. I need to chase some squirrels. Love, Zoe The Hip-less Wonder Dog