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.
