Happy Birthday to this special puppy. Zoey came into our lives a week before my beloved Boomer died. Convinced she killed him, irrationally I admit now, I would get annoyed that she was a puppy and was so needy. She wore me down with her adorable face, sweet disposition and cuddly ways. I realized very soon she was my gift from the universe. She still has her puppy ways. She tries to drink my coffee every morning. She chews up every stylus I leave unguarded. She eats hers and her brother Marshmallow’s poop if your not paying attention. Her new thing is to run outside to my tomato plant and eat any tomatoes dropped on the ground that I can’t get to before her. However, I can’t imagine my home without her.