June 4th… one year of acclimating after North shifted to another realm. Our neighbors hear him howl, still. Zoey, our 14 year old dat (not a typo), was born in June but we have no specific date. Henceforth, her birthday is June 4th. She continues to do her best being our watch cat.
We realized that when we lost our other malamutes, it wasn’t long until someone (ahem..Jon) was perusing the malamute breeder sites. This time the sting held on longer because we were committed to going it with Zoey only until we knew where we would land after this adventure. Playing dog grandparents is pretty sweet though. Love ’em, snuggle, give lots of treats and go home. No pills, no poop detail, no diarrhea clean up. Otis and Jasmine are special grand-dogs.
Zoey still gets a wild hair, thus the overturned garbage, but mostly she is a good sleeper by day; meowing with sundowners, by night. Our lives are mostly like this:
By day-“One of you humans- follow me to the bathroom, turn on the faucet. Now.”
By night: “Meowwwww.” “We’re up here Zoey. Same place we are every night.” “Meow, meow, meow, Oh! I wondered where you went, my tub is dry.”
Give your pets and extra hug from me. 🐶🐴🐠🐖