So this is Zoya last year when she was just a puppy. She looks rather calm here, and she was rather calm as she had just devoured the buffalo bone that she’s chewing. Buffalo bones are the magic trick to keeping Zoyz entertained for all of about 3 hours. 🙂 She is every thing her name means – full of life, energy, spirit, loves her world, loves eating, chasing things, sleeping, playing, walking, etc. She is my strong-willed, independent, wild child. And I love her. However, at this phase in her life, she and I didn’t really click. I worked full-time, was pregnant and tired. She spent all day, every day hanging out with Mark. She followed him around like a puppy dog . . . literally. 🙂 She LOVED him. Me, eh . . . not so much. We were still trying to decide who the alpha female of the house was. And I still missed my original, first born baby, the lovely Jasmine (who is not pictured here).
My girl is still a wild child. She still eats pacifiers, still sneaks into Mark’s office and eats paper, tissue, and whatever garbage she can find. She still jumps on people when they come over; still makes a mess in the kitchen with her muddy feet. She still challenges me on a daily basis. However, she LOVES me. Somehow, during my month of maternity leave, my little missy decided to bond to her mama and allow me to be the alpha female. Or maybe she just realized that I wasn’t going to stop bossing her around. Either way, she loves me. She lays by my feet in the bathroom when I get ready in the morning. She sleeps in the living room while I stay up late reading. She jumps on me and loves on me when I get home (she never did that before). She’s my girl. And honestly, I pray more for her than I do for Ryder. I pray for her tummy, pray for her safety, pray that she’ll behave while I’m gone. We girls have to stick together . . .
Mainly though, I’ve realized that I care so much for her, because she really is my baby. She needs us, depends on us, loves us as we are her world. She fights her independent urges to get bugged when Rydey climbs all over her, and she sweetly allows him to explore her mouth, her tummy, her fur. She’s allowed him to be the baby of the house, and she has sweetly stood by as he has gotten most of the attention. She’s been a wonderful girl, a lovely addition to our family, and I would not trade her for the world.