I was thinking, I mention Zuzu a lot on the blog…but haven’t shared too much about her. So, here it is: a blog post dedicated to the love of my life, my dog.
She was born February 2nd, 2017 and I picked her out via email on the Hogwarts train at Universal in Orlando. Can you say magical?
Yes, I shopped rather than adopted. A little guilt sticks with me because of that. I still strongly believe in adopting from shelters but this being my first dog I felt more secure in picking out a breed that I knew would work for my lifestyle and getting to train her from an early age. I know all future pets of mine will come from shelters and I can’t wait to get to a place where I can save all the dogs and cats that need me.
Zuzu is a Boston Terrier and I chose to go with a Boston Terrier after literal years of research. They are great family dogs, they do well in apartments and are okay if you have to leave them at home alone. They also shed minimally, are super smart, and aren’t super yappy. They do come with health risks due to their flat noses but this was a risk that I chose to take on and it is something that I will have to deal with in the future to make it easier for her to breathe. I also chose to get a Boston Terrier because they are medium sized dogs. I’ve always wanted a big dog. I’m talking a Great Dane or Great Pyrenees but knew it would be cruel and kinda dumb to get one while living in an apartment so I compromised with a medium sized breed and ended up with a dog who probably won’t grow past 12 lbs. Isn’t life hilarious?
If you want to buy from a breeder, like I did, do your research and do it diligently. There are hundreds of puppy mills disguised as reputable breeders and the last thing you want to do is support these people. I went with Bama Hurricane Creek Kennels and was so impressed every step of the way. If you want more information about choosing a reputable breeder, let me know. I learned a lot from this process.
Now back to the topic at hand, Zuzu. She has been one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. She’s taught me what it means to be responsible for another life, to put something else’s wellbeing before my own, and it’s just a bonus that I never have to go to the bathroom alone again. We just had our year anniversary on March 25th and our year together has had its ups and downs. Thankfully she’s been pretty healthy. There were a few allergic reactions, one night where she was throwing up and we had to go to the emergency vet and drop several hundred dollars, and another time where she suddenly started developing bald patches. Being a dog parent can be so scary because each of those vet trips I was left thinking: what will I do if something happens to her? She has become intertwined with my life in a way that I genuinely don’t know how I would function without her. Like I said though, each time she was okay, and she’s a very happy puppy.
She is chop full of personality and every day with her is an adventure. Boston’s are always ready to go and while some days it’s hard to keep up with her I still love every minute of it.
Picking out her name was super important to me. I normally don’t name my pets before I meet them because sometimes the name I was considering just doesn’t fit. However, I had a list of names prepared because the breeder recommended naming her before I picked her up so she could start getting the puppy used to their name. As soon as I got Zuzu’s first photo, back when she was ‘Rosey’, I knew none of the names I had prepared would work (and I had a lot). I was reading through the names on my phone when I thought of a scene from It’s a Wonderful Life. This is my favorite Christmas movie and by far one of the best scenes is when George finds his daughter’s, Zuzu’s, petals in his pocket. “Zuzu’s Petals! Zuzu’s- There they are!” The name fit seemed to fit her so perfectly so I went with it and I am happy to report that it still fits her perfectly.
I could talk forever about my little Zuzu so I will wrap it up with some rapid fire facts.
She has a food sensitivity to potatoes, she loves apples, and knows how to whisper. Her favorite toy is a stuffed raccoon, she loves to run more than anything, and lets out a gnarly fart every now and then. Immediately after pooping she runs around and around in jubilation as if a weight has been lifted and her middle name is Snickett.
I wouldn’t change a single thing about her. She’s my best friend and I don’t mean to be dramatic…but I would die for her.
Thanks for reading!
*Several of these photos were taken by AJM Media. You’ll know which ones because they are much better quality than my photos*