Zoe turns 13 years old!

Date Posted: 03/12/2013
Posted in: Scout & Zoe's Doggie News   Tags: Zoe, dogs, birthdays, dog birthdays, chews, treats

My how time has flown. Thirteen years have zipped by in the blink of an eye. My precious Zoe was born thirteen years ago on February 25, 2000.

Way back on Easter Sunday in 2000, I remember when we brought Zoe home for the first time. She had picked us out, deciding she loved Steve's shoelaces and we drove her home. Zoe was so small and tiny. She slept in my arms all the way home from Brownsburg. And the minute she got here, she began terrorizing Harry, our senior Keeshound. 

The very first thing she did when she entered our den was poop right next to the heater register. Talk about making an entrance! 

During dinner, our neighbor Candy held Zoe in her arms and rocked Zoe to sleep while the rest of us ate.

Zoe didn't like to eat so Steve and I basically hand fed her and played games with her food to entice her to eat. We became masters of rolling food across the kitchen floor and getting it right into her mouth. Making food fun was work but she was adorable. How could we resist this little, sweet ball of fur.

We always asked her, "How big are you?" Of course, she would just look at us and tilt her head. Our reply to our own question? "I'm soooo big!" And with that, Steve would pick her up in his arms and show me how big she had gotten. All that stopped when she got to be around 50 pounds and would squirm to be released from Steve's arms.

It has always been apparent Zoe is her own girl. That sweet pup with the one floppy ear captured our hearts and made Harry's days a living hell. When she was about half his size, she would jump up and nip his nose. Harry would turn his head away and act like a mosquito was bothering him wishing it away.

In reality, Harry loved Zoe. He loved her playfulness and actually, she extended his life many years. Nothing like a pup to bring a spring into an old dog's step. When Harry passed away, she mourned for weeks just as we did.  

About the time Zoe was six months old, I noticed the little bumps on her tummy. The vet said it was nothing to worry about. Now I know this was the beginning of Zoe's lifelong battle with allergies. Over the course of the last thirteen years, she and I have learned a great deal about allergies. She has been tested, poked, prodded, and endured vet vists and injections. 

Highlights of Zoe's childhood? Roaming the yard chasing anything that moved. Sunning herself on a warm spring day. Riding in the car, smiling the entire time. Feeling the wind on her face as she sniffed scents in the air. Being with me.....anywhere. It didn't matter then and it doesn't matter now as long as we are together.

It is so difficult to believe all these years have passed. Not only have I aged; so has she. Now we both have grey hairs although hers are a bit more pronounced than mine. Her step is not as quick. I can see it hurts her to rise from a nap. When she sleeps, it is such a sound sleep that I worry she might pass and I wouldn't know it. And then there is the snoring. Zoe snores like a freight train. But I have grown to love those snores. I'll remember those for a long, long time. 


Zoe is quick to remain by my side. She never ventures far from where I am. And being perfectly honest, I don't want her to. At the tender age of 13 years, she has already had a rich, long life. I treasure every moment I have with her knowing I may not have much time left with her. 

Her demeanor is gentle and tender. She walks slowly around the yard with me as Scout zips by and occasionally body slams her. Through all her allergies, ailments and ear issues, I love this sweet pup. She has taught me about life, aging gracefully and actually was the inspiration to launch my company, Scout & Zoe's. Without her, I would never have found my passion....creating healthy products for dogs like her. 

Happy Birthday Zoe! I love you with all my heart and wish you many more birthdays. Thank you for all the love you have given to me. You are truly a blessing in my life.