Meet Zoe & Enzo. This is as close as they get.
Zoe was our first attempt at becoming parents. Luckily she’s still alive and hunting squirrels from the window. We adopted her from the Humane Society of Indianapolis and she’s moved with us 3 times.
“Mama” was at the humane society for too long and once I picked her up, I knew she was ours. We brought her home in fall of ’07, changed her name and fattened her up (um, maybe too much). Now she is batting at Enzo on a daily basis.
She’s sweet but we’re her slaves. She sat on my lap once…that was nice.
Enzo on the other hand, is a lover. He snuggles, he warms the bed like a heater, he wants to be touching someone at.all.times.
I didn’t know anything about Italian Greyhounds until a friend said, “one of the reasons we got one is because they don’t shed.” Of course my ears perked. After meeting Pasqual, I realized how much of a lover he is! I told That Guy, “if we run across an Italian Greyhound someday, I would like to consider getting one.” He was shocked because I have always said that I want a kid before a dog.
So, I found “Guffy” on Craigslist in the fall of ’10 and later learned he is a puppy mill dog (or I could only assume because he’s from Uncle Bill’s Pet Store – ohhh, gasp!). Enzo is also kind of wonky – we go to day care with an IG that came from a breeder and Roman just looks like he came from good stock. I could care less if our pup has a tooth sticking out of the side of his mouth (because he does), Enzo is a great dog and I couldn’t be happier with our luck in finding him.
He has so many other qualities too – he’s cheeky, hates the cold, loves to chase squirrels but hates to be chased (thank you all dogs at the dog park).
That’s the family!