It’s me, Zoey!  I’m still lovin’ life while I wait for my forever family.   Foster Mom says I’m just about the happiest dog in the history of the planet.  I bounce and hop all over the place and I pretty much follow her wherever she goes.    

The canine loads that live here are D-U-L-L!!  They don’t appreciate it when I beat them into the house so I can put a move on them when they come through the door.  They totally snub me.  I think the oldest one has yet to forgive me for the noogie I gave her when I first moved in.  I learned my lesson but apparently she holds a grudge.   I try really hard to get her to play with me but she’s decided it’s beneath her.  Or maybe I’m beneath her.  Whatev.   And the other load must have skipped class the day they were teaching  playtime because she has no idea how it’s done.  Sad, I know.  I’m not discouraged though and I try every day to get them to at least indulge in a game of tug.  

In the meantime, I’m just hanging out waiting to be discovered.  I strongly suggest you make a move for me soon because it’s not inconceivable that I could soon be known as Zoey Kristabelle Stephanopoulos, 08-417, FFA.  (That’s Failed Foster Attempt for you uninformed.)   It’s rumored that Foster Mom has been known to adopt her senior foster dogs.  Have you noticed how often foster parents adopt their senior foster dogs?  Foster Mom says it’s because those in rescue know that you can pack a whole lifetime of lovin’ into something less than a whole lifetime.  She says it’s also because us senior dogs are easy to love because we acclimate so well.    I don’t even know what that means but I do know this:  If you’re worried that you’d be dogless too soon, take two.  We’re small!    I’m serious.

Zoey Kristabelle here.  I’m all recovered from the picnic now.  I just had the best time EVER!!

I have some news on my health.  It seems I have a little something called mild renal insufficiency.  That means my kidneys aren’t functioning exactly right so steps have to be taken to compensate for that.  Those steps are very easy and include prescription kidney-friendly food and a pill a day.  Both are reasonably inexpensive Foster Mom says.  Before I started my new med, I had to have my blood pressure taken.  Foster Mom thought that was pretty funny.  I had to stand on a table while they shaved a little portion of my back leg.  Then they moved a little electrode all around until they could hear my heart beat on the monitor.  It took a LONG time but Foster Mom was poppin’ buttons with pride because I was such a good girl.  I just put my face in her neck and raised my hand for her to hold and then I stood there like a brave soldier.   The person taking my blood pressure kept saying, “Oh cute” even though I continually swiped her face with my wagging tail.  Once they heard my heart beat they pumped up the cuff to get a reading.  I just pressed my face harder into Foster Mom’s neck and continued to wag my tail.  I got even more “Oh cutes”.

Things are still going really well for me here.  I try and try to get the two resident K9s to play but, alas, they’re loads.  Today I got bored so I joined in a game of pied piper.  Foster Mom pushed the lawn mower around the back yard, the ol’ geezer dog followed her, and I followed the ol’ geezer.  It was pretty lame so I’m quite sure I won’t be playing that anymore.    I guess I’ll just have to find some other ways to amuse myself while I wait for that most special family to decide they can’t live without me.  I don’t want to seem over confident but I recommend you make a move quickly because…well, just look at me.      I’m sure you’ll agree I’m absolutely irresistible.