My Last Walk with Zoe

We’ve had a brick building of a dog for the last maybe 8 weeks. Her name is Zoe. She is a Mastador. A mastiff mixed with a labrador. I didn’t need to explain that one. She’s middle aged. Maybe 9. The man that really took care of her died, somewhat suddenly. The man’s husband had too much on her hand, couldn’t walk the dog. Grown kids, they couldn’t/wouldn’t help. There was another dog. Zoe was always a temporary foster. We were just rocking with her for awhile and it’s been “nice”. She’s got a good soul. She is needy as all shit. Like right now she is lying in the kitchen while I sit in the living room and me and Warren are watching the Wolves on delay. But if Zoe were here she would be working her big ass wet snout underneath my hand to demand some attention even though she knows I’m blogging hits over here. And she’s relentless. If you rub her for 22 minutes and stop on minute 23 she’ll look at you with a face that says “fuck is the hold up big guy, let’s keep a rubbin’”. Because she’s a big ass dog and she came carrying extra weight on her frame I foolishly thought she was chill. She loves to walk. (are you wondering why you are reading a long blog post about a dog that you don’t know at all and I don’t even know that well, I am). But she’s an enthusiastic walker. At first that was all for the good. But she has no etiquette on the dog walk. She will pull as hard as she wants. She pisses where ever she wants (I appreciate that). And in the past maybe three weeks, if she sees any dog in any kind of distance she is 100% committed to losing her shit. My dog Warren wants in on the shit losing so now walking the dogs is an exercise in absolute vigilance of crossing the street at even the sighting of a husky squirrel. It’s a lot. But, like all these dogs that Rachel brings into our life. . .I will miss the beautiful things, the annoying things and I will love the process. Some family in Prior Lake that has some chicken chasing opportunities next door (THAT IS A GHOSTFACE LYRIC I’M SURE OF IT) is going to get Zoe. And she’s going to have fun. She’s going to start some shit and she’s also going to be an awesome dog for this family. Best to you Zoe. I’ll miss you, but like, just somewhat.