Monday, March 20, 2017

MEET: ZEBULON


OMG. All I can say is: Zebbie is totally a miracle dog. I can't believe how good he is. How absolutely adorable he is. How amazingly smart he is. And best of all... he's hypoallergenic and does not shed!! That alone is worth a million bucks to me. Wrap that all into one sweet dog and bingo. I now have the most fantastic pet in the whole wide world. I mean seriously... is that the cutest picture you ever saw or what??

About six weeks ago, my college roommate told me she had just gotten a new puppy, with whom she was madly in love. Then she told me how he doesn't cause allergies and will not shed. Boom. I was sold immediately. So about a month ago, I told my son: please Google Havanese Dogs in our area and wouldn't you know it, less than 24 hours later we headed out for a two hour drive to check out our new puppy! Whoa. He was as good as gold from the moment we first saw him and it was like love at first sight. I can't even tell you how special he is. And, as I said... smart!

Havanese dogs come from Cuba, btw. The aristocracy bred them and used them as companion dogs which naturally is right up my alley. If it's good enough for aristocrats, you can be sure it's good enough for a plebe like myself. Zebulon btw is full bred, has registered papers from the AKC, weighs about 5 lbs and will probably get up to about 12 lbs which in my house is easy as hell to do in no time flat. 

He loves his little bedroom which basically is an excellent large red nylon puppy tent with netted windows on the sides that I keep in the family room. Uh... my entire house btw, is now filled with zillions of puppy toys and teething rings... almost more toys than I had in my kid's playpen way back when.  Anyway... 

It took us almost no time at all to set up the house for this new pet of mine and trust me... had my son not done all the ground work, there is no way I would have ever been able to pull this thing off. Zebulon, aka Zebbie, is now three months old and has been a sheer delight. Of course he has the house training bit down pat only about 90% of the time, but other than that, he's a miracle in the obedience department. I have a large back yard, so there is plenty of room for him to romp and eliminate but still... he sometimes likes using my wooden floors just as much. On the other hand... we had a Red Letter Day last week when Zebulon learned to walk down the steps to the back yard all by himself! Coming up was never a problem for him, but going down... major challenge.

One of Zebulon's favorite things is to climb upon my lap every night while I'm watching TV and be massaged for about a half hour. I think he likes my nails, but whatever. His coat is fluffy and soft and this is a total bonding regimen for us both. More importantly... Zebbie is WAY more fantastic than Ollie (my pet of about 2 months a few years back) given Ollie was making me sicker by the day. I was SO allergic to him that once I figured out what was going on, I had to return him so he could make some other family sick as hell, too. Zebulon would never consider such a thing. Thank God.

I always remember my Dad saying that when he kicked the bucket, he totally wanted to come back as Sunshine, our family dog, given Sunshine lived the life of Riley and more. That's pretty much how I'm feeling about this new pet since believe you me, he is living like a total King in his new home. Talk about no cares in the world and further, being fed and loved with no effort whatsoever on his part. Man. Has this dog got it made!

I almost feel like the really old people in a nursing home where they bring in animals for the oldie goldies to pet and enjoy as part of a happy therapy for connecting to someone. I'm so telling you... Zebulon would be the HIT of the place. And with good reason. He's absolutely the cutest, friendliest puppy you ever saw. 

In the meantime, I'm DEFinitely hoping Zebbie will carry me well into the end of my life so bingo. I'll be in tip top shape when I am lying on a gurney in some corridor of an old folks home with no nurses checking on me, yet will have my sweet little dog licking my face and wrapped within my arms, hence imagining I'm being well cared for. Except: this totally better never happen to me for I'd seriously just much prefer kicking the bucket altogether rather than wither away in an assistant living place. Besides... I find it a major waste of money to keep me alive when I have no mobility nor any clue what the fuck is going on in the world.


Regardless... all I can tell you is that I hit the jackpot alright when I found Zebulon. Equally... HE hit the jackpot when he found me. I'm so telling you. You could eat this puppy up in a SECond after having met him.    

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