Zoe is my second dachshund. Again, I found her while looking on the internet. I don't know what I was looking for, but I found an ad for "free to good home" Those kinds of adds scare me. No dog is free to a good home. A good home is going to spend a lot of money on that dog. So because she was a 9 month old dachies, unspayed. I contacted them. I figured that if I didn't she might end up in puppy mill, or back yard breeder's home.
Honestly is not always the most forthcoming of traits in humans, but many end up spilling the beans before we are doing dealing with them. As it turned out Zoe was not a pure bred dachie and the woman I contacted was her "breeder", and I use the term loosely. According to her Zoe is 3/4 dachshund, and 1/4 terrier. . . what ever that means. Fox? JRT? Rat? I tend to think that she might be JRT. It is in her head. Anyway I digress.
So I called this woman and at least she was honest enough to tell me that she was not a purebred, and that she had no shots, see why I use the term "breeder" loosely. Now dachies can be 7.5- 30 lbs. That is not the breed standard, but an estimate. There is a wide variation of size. I have Remmy to tips the scales at 7.5 lbs when he is at a good weight. So I ask this woman how much does her dog weight. "Oh about 8lbs," she replies. Perfect.
I get in my car, my mom comes along for the ride and we head of 3 hours away to find this new bundle of joy. We are meeting her at a shopping center. For those of you keeping score, there is another hint that his woman is not on the up and up. Good breeders do not meet you in the middle of a parking lot. They meet you at their home and they want to know about your home. She told me she would be driving an SUV. When we finally get there we are drive all over the place looking for this blue SUV. Apparently she forgot what kind of a car she had-she came in a sedan.
We meet, I described my car correctly so she really found us. We say hello, and she hands me this HUGE puppy! I mean this puppy is quite large compared to my little Remington. I know this woman is way so I just take the puppy and run. Back in the car I read the note that tells me that she has NEVER BEEN HIT. It was all in caps like that too, like she expected me to beat the hell out of the dog and that was supposed to stop me. She also wrote down the dog's birthday. According the the date she gave Zoe was 7 mos, not the 9 she told me. So math is not her strong point either.
By the way- Zoe tipped the scales at 18 lbs when I got her, little off from the 8 lbs. I was told she was.
Well this has been a trip. Zoe does have a sweater that is too tight on, and no collar so I stopped in at big box pet store and got her a collar that fit. It has been a day so far and we are wanted to eat. My mom and I head to a fast food place for a bite.
Now I brought along a crate for a 8 lb. dog. I squeezed her in there when we went to eat. But as soon as we got back I let her out, she was so crapped. After I let her out, my mom asked why I didn't wait until after we got fuel. Well because I was not thinking. "She'll be fine." No whenever you feel the urge to say those types of words, STOP! They never lead to good. In fact I believe that as soon as you say the word, "It will be fine" you have just doomed yourself.
I filled up the car, while my mom ran in to buy some diet cokes. We got done about about the same time. We were getting in the car at the same time. We had two doors open at the same time. See what is about to happen here?
My mom, God Bless her, has had both of her knee's replaced. It takes a bit of time for her to get into the car. Zoe on the other hand is young and spry. It takes her no time at all to jump out and run down the busy road.
Zoe, Hailey at that time actually, does not know me. She is just freaked out. She runs in to the road. I take my large, okay, fat ass and run after her. Up over a snow bank and down in to on coming traffic. Huffing and puffing, I charge like a bull towards the cars. They see me and the dog and stop. Thank God Zoe stopped to sniff a tire. I scooped her up and huffed and puffed back to the car.
This was just the first day!
Zoe as it turned out is sort of a goof ball. She wants to be a princess, but fall short. She is funny looking with a roached back and head that looks like it should be on another dog. She moans and groans and hates the vet. She is a charcter as you'll soon learn.
Zoe is my second Agility-dog-in-training. Jumping is a challenge for her. As it the A frame. I need to make my A frame. She is good a weaves though. . . amazing huh.
Btw these are recent pictures of Zoe, I have none from the actual day.