If you’re looking for a blog on mythology, you’ve come to the wrong place. Zeus, is our brand new puppy that we brought home on December 7th when he was eight weeks old. Our older dachshund is named Ashley. We now have A-Z weenie dogs.
When you get a new puppy, you should be careful what you name him. Puppies seem to take on the personality of their name. In mythology Zeus was considered “King of the Gods.” Our Zeus is just a puppy, but he now reigns supreme over our household. He has taken all of the older dogs toys, her bed, he has us jumping at all hours day or night and the common words in our house are “No Zeus. Stop Zeus.”
He’s part lover, part terror, part sweet baby. In fact, my son has renamed him Zeusifer – after Lucifer. At this stage of his life, everything goes into his mouth including fingers, toys, electrical cords, furniture, blankets, stuffing (don’t ask) leaves, sticks, grass. You name it and the puppy has tasted it. His teeth are like little razor blades and you don’t want any of your body parts in his mouth.
Our older dog has been very patient with him, but she’s growled at him several times when his teeth sank into her nose. And she has held him down a time or two to stop him from biting her. But recently I watched her playfully chasing him through the house, and sighed with happiness. She’d been lonely since our other dog passed ten months ago and it was so good to see her playing once again.
When we brought Zeus home, he was so quiet in the car that my husband told me later that he was worried he wouldn’t have any personality. As soon as this dog adjusted to his environment and knew he was wrapped around our hearts, the personality emerged. And Oh My God! We are in so much trouble.
He plays full speed as hard as he can and then he finds you and whines until you pick him up. Once he is in your lap or your arms, he goes to sleep and nothing you do will wake him. He is out until his body recharges and then time to play again.
After our last Dachshund died I wasn’t certain I wanted another dog. Putz, who is in my novella Cupid’s Revenge, was the sweetest dog we’d ever owned and we were heartbroken when he died. We had him for fourteen wonderful years and I couldn’t bear the thought of another dog taking his place. And once you begin the journey with a pet, you know that at some point they will pass over the rainbow bridge and leave you behind grieving for them.
Zeus has roared into our life, giving us joy and love and making us laugh at his silly antics. He gazes at you with the sweetest face and you just want to squeeze him he’s so precious. And then he bites you.
Tell me about your Pet. Are you a dog or cat animal lover? What’s your pet’s name?