Who doesn’t like new things?

March 2018

Two years ago, we bought a new mattress.  It was an ordeal, trying to determine fill, firmness, pillow-top or not, size, etc.  Although the weekend spent reclining around mattress showrooms was both entertaining and creepy.

This year, we were in the market for a new mattress, but for the grumpy old man who lives with us. Same ordeal, less test-driving: what fill, level of support or cushion, to bolster/bumper or not to bolster/bumper, etc.  After much looking (an Orvis isn’t in the budget right now), we settled on the PupLounge Memory Foam Orthopaedic Bed from Treat A Dog.


What we like:

  • The Tempurpedic foam holds its shape, which is good for Zo’s aging joints
  • It doesn’t slip cross the floor
  • It’s waterproof and tear-proof, and machine washable.
  • The price point: we bought this on a steep mark down (60% off and free shipping).  If it had been original ticket price, I may be less enthusiastic.  It feels like it’s more durable and better craftsmanship than something you can snag at a local, big box pet store.

What we less-than-like:

  • As the video mentions, we bought based on his weight.  I suppose I could have pulled out a tape measure to confirm the dimensions, but I assumed (I know, I know) that a bed for an 80 pound dog would be proportional in size to weight.  That’s on me. Next time, we’ll go for the extra large bed.
  • The sound of his nails on the cover is irritating, but that’s a #dogmomproblem more than anything.


So far, so good.

Fido Foto Friday


Where’s MJ?




Please let us out. I promise we’ll help you paint!


Hello, ladies.

Lessons Learned by New Fur Parents, Part II

 April – May 2011

1.  Adopting a puppy is the perfect excuse to get Lasik eye surgery.  This will really hit home the first time you stumble outside in the middle of the night for a pit-stop (get it?) without glasses and the puppy bolts into the darkness of the yard after a squirrel/bird/shadow/you couldn’t see it anyway. Blind whisper-shouting-hunting in the dark doesn’t get anything but nasty, passive aggressive comments from the Suburban Vampire Neighbors the next day.

2. Helpful hint that the Monks forgot to mention: when you have to wake up the puppy for an outting overnight, it’s time to push the alarm back an hour.  One whole, glorious hour.

3.  Know a good time to get hardwood floors installed?  When you bring home a puppy.  The floors go from looking new to weathered in a week.  PS: If you would like to borrow our dogs for a weekend to break in your new floors, just let me know.  They’re helpers, really.

4.  If the puppy doesn’t like where you’ve positioned her crate along the back of the couch, she’ll move herself.  Or, Fur-shui.IMG_0136

 5.  If the puppy doesn’t want to be in her crate, she will find a way to break out of it, after moving it and her brother’s bed across the room first.  You can also bet that the cat is hiding under the bed or on top of the fridge in response to this jailbreak.








6.  If it’s raining, you will have to carry the puppy out the door because she does not like getting her feet wet.  Also, do provide an umbrella over her delicate, princess head while she does her business.  If you don’t she’ll fake squat and wait until she’s back indoors and in her crate before relieving herself.  Annoying  Clever. Girl.

7.  This puppy will also get the “good dog discount” at the vet’s office.  Even when she’s a complete basket-case.

8.  Embrace chaos.  It’s sort of fun to live in squalor and mayhem.  Eventually the puppy will get a little more on-program (right?) and the older-brother-who-should-know-better will settle himself down (right?).  And in those moments when you think, “What have I done? I can’t handle this madness,” the little snout wakes up from an epic snuggle-nap on a lazy Sunday and looks at you like this…

"nap nose"

“nap nose”

We’re in so much trouble.

How I Handle My Newfound Celebri-pup-ness… or -hood… or… SQUIRREL

hi. this is zozo.

my mom has been writing some embarrassing things about me, and i asked her to give it a break and let me write something. of course, she’s typing for me because that’s one of her jobs. her other jobs include people-food-sharer, tennis-ball-thrower and snuggle-upper. she also keeps the kibble and medicine and hugs (when i get scared). dad does these things, too, plus we share a nightly spoonful of peabut-nutter and he picks up my poop in the dark. he wears a headlamp. it’s weird.

i thought i would start off my first post with a joke. i love jokes. i’m a comedy pup. here’s one of my favorites:

what’s brown and sticky?

think it over long and hard. what is brown? and? sticky?  here, you may look at this cute picture of me while you think about the answer.


Give up?


A STICK! get it?! it’s brown and it’s a stick, and sticks are brown and… you were thinking number 2s, weren’t you?  i’m a gentleman.

life here at the house is pretty great.  i have a bed and a cot and a couch and a cat.  well, the cat thinks she owns the place, but i know that i’m in charge.  there’s rawhide bones and bullysticks and toys and peabut-nutter and pizza crust and sunspots and good humans who love me even when i’m having a bad day.  there’s also a ninja squirrel, who is my arch nemesis.  i am also betrothed to chloe, who is an australian cattle dog.  she’s beautiful.

i know my mom and dad were worried about getting me– that maybe they weren’t home enough and it would be unfair or something.  but the truth is, we’ve all made it work.  sometimes i see dad more, sometimes mom.  sometimes they see more of me and the cat than each other.  but that’s ok.

know what would make it even better?  if they’d let me sleep on the bed.  i’m working on it, and i’ll keep you posted.

HA, another joke!  posted!  and this is a blog!

well i thought it was funny.

i’m off to nap.


sloppy kisses on your toes,

zozo bean f—–

or pupper,

pupper doo,

and doodle (if you’ve been reading)