A word from Zooma the Wonder Dog

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve been able to take over the blog. A lot has happened since then (like two years ago!) and I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to sneak over to the laptop and take it over again before Mom sees!

In case some of you don’t know who I am, I’m Zooma the Wonder Dog. I’m really just Zooma, but Mom added “The Wonder Dog” because when I run my tail and fur streams out behind me like a cape of some sort. I was born on a farm with cows and other puppies and was adopted by Mom and Dad, Little One and The Boy two years ago (or so). I also got to know The Beast, as I call her, and she loves me, even though she sometimes pretends she doesn’t.

I love life, especially when I can be outside with my boy or girl or following Mom or Dad (or Grandpa) around to see what they’re doing. I’m always very helpful, even though sometimes they tell me I’m in the way or not being very helpful because I roll on my back and wait for them to pet me when they are trying to do something they call “work.” I don’t know why they would want to do “work”. It sounds boring and awful. Rubbing my belly and exploring nature with me sounds like a lot more fun.

Not long ago our family moved from our house to live with Grandpa and Grandma. I liked living there. I followed Grandpa everywhere and slept with him at night. I’m not sure he liked taking me out so I could pee in the mornings but I had fun with him anyhow. I smile more there than anywhere else.

Then we moved to what Mom and Dad said is our new house. I like our new house because there are lots of birds for me to chase in the backyard and new people for me to bark at. I don’t know why those birds keep running away from me when I try to talk to them but since they do, I just chase them. I think they like our game. I play the same game with the little human and the little bit bigger human.

I also bark at the neighbors when I think they are in our yard because it’s hard to tell where our yard is at this new place so I figure I better bark at everyone just to be safe. We don’t have a fence here so I’m never sure. Mom says to stop the whole barking thing because the new neighbors will think I’m so vicious creature instead of the sweetheart I am.

The other day a lady came into the part of the yard that I know is our yard to talk to Mom and Dad and I barked and barked at her but her voice was sweet so I rolled on my back and let her pet my belly. Humans seem to like when I let them pet my belly so I tried it again on the other lady on the other side of our yard. She liked rubbing my belly too.

I still don’t trust those male humans who come into the yard though. Their voices are deep and scary so I don’t let them pet my belly, even if it would make them less scary. I tell them to go away and let the women pet me instead.

My biggest job, besides alerting my humans to any movement (like people, birds, other dogs, cats, animals, leaves or wind) in the yard or anywhere outside by barking, is keeping The Beast out of trouble.

The Beast likes to run outside when I go outside for my “pee sessions” (as Mom sometimes calls my potty breaks) but I’m a good girl and stay out of trouble (especially when Mom and Dad hook me up on that thing they call a lead. I don’t get why it’s called a lead. It doesn’t lead me anywhere. It actually keeps me from going very far and being able to explore the way I want to and that’s not cool.) but The Beast is always wandering where she isn’t supposed to be. Sometimes I let Mom and Dad know she’s getting into trouble by barking loudly and sometimes I just take the matter into my own paws and gently usher her back inside by chasing her while she yowls and slaps at me. She loves me, though, I know she does.

I met another cat when Mom and I went on a walk when we first moved to this town but Mom wouldn’t let me get to know him. I’m pretty sure he would have liked me as much as The Beast does if I had been able to talk to him more.

Well, that’s it for this time around. All this sneaking around has wiped me out and it’s time for my nap – in Mom’s favorite chair, where I look too adorable for her to kick me out so I always get to take my nap there. Hopefully Mom will wander off somewhere again soon and I can share another update with you. I bet my updates are much more interesting than her’s anyhow.