Hey everyone. I’m Zoey, I’m an eight-year old Saint Bernard, and I know you’ve heard about me. I’m kind of famous in the dog community in Phoenix. Actually, I’m so famous that I’m the cover photo for Lost Dogs AZ. Cool huh? I live with my grandma because my mom bought a new house and I’m scared there. My grandma’s house is where I grew up so I’m really happy there. Anyway, I’m the oldest girl in the family out of two; I’m only a week older than Crispie but that counts. There’s also three boys. We have Shelby and Parker too; they are fosters and I hope they find a forever family soon. I think I’d be sad if I was somewhere that I knew wasn’t my real home. Also, they do make me a little crazy because they just won’t shut up. Don’t tell grandma I said that. That makes seven of us all together. Grandma says I’m the dominant one and I don’t know what that means but it sounds like it’s a good thing.
I know grandma wrote a story about me getting lost and people keeping me. I’m glad my family finally found me. That was not fun at all and I was so sad. Hey, I kind of know how Shelby and Parker feel. But my family is way better than those people I was with and at home I get to be in the house. Being lost and taken is what made me famous but it wasn’t worth it! I’ll tell you about that in a little bit. I know grandma wrote about it but I tell it way better. Don’t tell grandma I said that.
At home I get to play with my brothers, my sister, and the foster kids. We can be in the house or out in our (my) big yard that we get to play in and you won’t believe this; in my yard there are big rocks that move. I’m serious! Grandma calls them R2 and D2. Can you believe she named rocks? I know, me either. I worry that grandma’s losing it sometimes. Don’t tell her I said that. So yea, the rocks move. When she talks about the rocks she calls them tortoises which I think is a fancy word for rocks. I love to bite the rocks but geez grandma really yells loud when I do that. Then grandpa went and built a big area for the rocks and now I can’t play with them. And, get this, they got part of my yard which by the way, does not make me happy. I’m just kidding, I don’t mind sharing, ok well I do mind a little but they can have some of my space I’m ok with it, well maybe I’m not completely ok with it but it’s fine because I still have a lot of room well I really don’t think it’s fine either. I’ll just say this: Those dang rocks are in my yard! I still get to bark at them and dig at the fence. Grandma doesn’t understand that I only do that because I’m trying to help them escape so I can play with them. I haven’t been able to break them out yet but I keep trying.
Grandma wrote about me before but like I said I want to tell you about what happened. You will not believe it. Ok so I lived with grandma and grandpa for 7 years but then my mom bought a new house. She and I were really excited to have our own place but when we got there I was super scared. I didn’t have my brothers or sister, the house wasn’t like grandmas and the yard was different. Everything just wasn’t like home. I may have freaked out a couple times; maybe. Just a little. Um, I uh can’t really remember. Yea that’s right, my um memory is uh fuzzy. So, ok let’s move on. Mom left me. She went to her work thing and left me, alone. The first two days that she left me I was so anxious but by the third day I just couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to go home to grandmas so, I started digging under the gate. You see, we moved in March and we were having a bunch of rain and mom’s yard was dirt because it was a new house. That made it easy to dig so I dug and dug and finally I dug enough that I could get out. I was so happy because I was going back to grandma’s house!
I had just started walking when this lady, that I didn’t know, grabbed my collar and put me in her car! I tried to tell her that I wasn’t lost but she kept driving. I got so scared. Yea that’s right, I was scared! We got to the lady’s house and she stuck me in the back yard with some other dogs. It was cold and wet and we all were covered in mud. I thought maybe that’s why she put us there. Like until the rain stopped and she’d wash us. Nope! I think we were in a jail. I started barking, hoping my mom or grandma would hear. I didn’t want to be there at all. The other dogs were really nice but this was not home. This was terrible. There was four of us. A Chihuahua, a small furry guy, a sort of boy Saint Bernard, and me. I felt really bad for the furry guy cause I could tell he’d been there a long time cause he was all knots. I don’t even know what color he really was because he was caked in mud. That was his color, mud! I mean we all were really dirty but he was the worst. We were in a pen thing. Grandma said it was 8 x 10. I’ve no idea what that means but I can tell you it was little and we had this stupid bored for over our head in one small spot. It didn’t help at all.
Once the rain went away we were so hot. We live in Arizona and even in March it was hot. Oh and get this, the water the guy gave us sat for so long it was yellow. I know I’m a dog and everything but wow was that icky. We didn’t have any grass, just dirt. There was grass there but those people wouldn’t let us on the grass. So there we were, stuck in this little place, hardly any shade, yellow water, no grass, and we weren’t allowed in the house like I was at home and at my mom’s. And, from what I could see, I was stuck. I couldn’t believe the lady stole me and wouldn’t take me home. My collar had my name and mom’s number and, I have one of those chip things in my skin (it makes me feel like a spy), but they didn’t take me to check it. So, they kept me and started calling me Lassie. O M G! Freakin’ Lassie? That was so not cool; I mean I don’t even look like Lassie. She’s a Collie and I’m a Saint Bernard. Hello? Very different. I just wanted to bite them for that but instead I just didn’t listen when they called me that. Let’s recap: The lady dognapped me, put me in this tiny space outside in the dirt, gave us yellow water, not much food, hardly any shade, and never let us out. Yup, that’s it so far.
I was so hungry. Like I said they didn’t give us much food and I was thin to start with so I got so much skinnier. It was terrible. I yelled to every person that went by the gate. I yelled at the people who stole me. No one would help us. Then after about 3 months this lady came to the mean people’s house and she came out by me. I tried so hard to tell her I had been taken when I was on my way to grandmas and that I was sad and hungry. She pet me and that felt super great. No one had done that in a long time. She asked that mean guy if she could take me for a walk and he said no. I thought it was weird that she only asked to walk me. It didn’t matter though cause he didn’t let her. I was even sadder when she left because she at least talked to us and pet us. I was starting to think I was stuck there forever and it was getting really hot outside too. I was miserable.
Now, you won’t believe this. A couple days later I’m sitting in my jail place and I heard people talking by the street and I knew before I saw them that it was my mom and grandma. I barked once so they’d know I was there. I heard my mom say, “That’s Zoey’s bark!” Oh my goodness I was so excited that they were there and that they called me Zoey! I’m just not a Lassie! I was so happy that I thought I was going to cry but I don’t know if I’m too tough or if dogs just can’t cry but I’m going with being tough. So then I went to the gate and I saw them. They were running to the gate; to me. They came to rescue me. After so long, mom, grandma, and grandpa were there. My family. They found me. I could see them. They could touch my nose. They were going to take me home. To my home. After so long I couldn’t believe they found me. They couldn’t believe it either. They cried but I didn’t tell them about the crying = not tough. Instead, I just started barking and barking. I heard them say the owner people weren’t home and that scared me because I thought they’d leave me and then come back later. But they didn’t. They moved grandpa’s truck so I could see them. I think they did that so I would know they weren’t leaving me. I still barked to them. They waited three hours for the guy to come home. Three hours and they talked to me and I barked the whole time.
When the guy got home my family went up to him and grandpa said, “You have my dog in your yard.” Then he went on to tell him who I was, how I’d been lost, and that I was in his yard. As the guy was walking with my family to come see me he said, “I’ll know if she’s yours by the way she reacts to you.” Grandma said that at that point she wanted to punch the guy in the face! She’s funny. So when the guy says that, grandpa goes to hand him my birth certificate, a book grandma made that is all my pictures, and the paper for my microchip. That guy just said, “Ok she’s yours.” Well duh! Yea I’m theirs and my freakin’ name is ZOEY, Z-O-E-Y you jerk! Don’t tell grandma I said that. I was so excited when they came over to get me. I felt bad because my friends couldn’t come with us. But I gotta tell you, I was so relieved and happy. While he let me out, he told my grandpa that me and the boy hadn’t “been together.” Well of course not; I am not that kind of girl. I wish you could’ve seen that guys face though when grandpa said, “Well good cause Zoey’s spayed.” HAHAHAHA, I really wish I could’ve taken a picture of the guy’s face. Then he just said, “Oh!” That was super funny because he obviously wanted me and the boy to have babies. ICK! That’s disgusting. I know how babies are made and no way was that happening! The guy lied so much. He told them that he fed us all a lot, changed our water every day, and didn’t beat us. Big deal right? Not! He never pet us, let us get soaked or hot. Waited until the water was nasty before he’d get more. Not clean the bucket, just add to it. The guy was the name people use for those donkey animals; I think it’s called an ass. Don’t tell grandma I said that. Finally we walked to grandpa’s truck. Mom and grandma were crying. I let them because I know they were doing happy crying because they found me. I was so tired. I think it was from being stressed, then happy, then scared, then happy. Once we were driving away, mom and grandma said I was too skinny. Skinnier than usual. They took me to the vet for something called a full work up. All I know is grandma was putting my poo in a jar and mom was catching my pee; while I was actually peeing! Have they not ever heard of privacy? Anyway, the vet said there were worm eggs in my poo? I’ve no idea what that means but I did know I was about done having everyone talk about my poop. I mean no boundaries, none what so ever. The doctor said I was too skinny which we all knew. I got medicines and I started eating three times a day rather than two like my siblings. That was sweet! At the guy’s house we ate once a day and it was small. Now I want to tell you how they found me after three months and three days.
My mom and grandma said they “blew up” Craigslist and lost and found Facebook pages every day. That doesn’t even sound legal but I’m not asking. At exactly three months of me being gone, mom got an email from her Craigslist stuff. It said, “I think I found your dog. Send me a picture?” Mom sent one and then the lady sent back a picture of me that she’d taken. But then the lady didn’t answer her anymore! Mom, grandma, and Marianne (their friend) went crazy trying to figure out where I was. Where the lady had seen me. Where the picture was taken. They drove around mom’s neighborhood. I think they knew it was almost impossible to find me but that gave them something to do while they waited for that lady to get back to mom. They emailed that lady a few times and told her about the reward. Three days later the lady emailed and told them where I was. She doesn’t have that internet stuff so she had to wait to go to a friends to email mom the address. Her boyfriend was friends with the stupid man and lady so she was visiting them with her boyfriend and saw me and the others. She recognized me, took my picture and that’s how my rescue started. Mom gave the lady a reward because without her I would’ve been stuck at that house with those mean, stupid, inconsiderate, uncaring, jerks. Don’t tell grandma I said that.
The day the lady told my mom where I was, was the very best day of my life.
Maybe we’ll talk again sometime,