500th Post Tribute to Zeus

(We wanted this tribute to Zeus to be our 500th Post, after all he is the one that started it all!!)



Once upon a time there was a little boy minpin that lived with a mean ole cat and his mom and dad.  He belonged to his Daddy but listened too and adored his Mommy much more.  Zeus was 12 weeks old when he came to live wif them and he lived wif them until he was 12 years old.

Zeus always thought he was a big Doberman dog and never knew he only stood like 11 inches tall.  He and that mean cat guarded their castle by walking the rock wall perimeter twice daily.  Sometimes minion's on their lunchtime walks would get to close to the wall and Zeus had to remind them to BACK AWAY.  One time a minion called his Mom and complained so Mom had to tell him and the cat to dial it down a bit.

Zeus grew up with the grandmonster boys.  They would play wif him and his toys, and they would all run up and down the hall.  When Zeus got tired of those boys he just hid behind the couch and went to sleep. 

Zeus and the mean cat got along just fine.  Zeus knew he was the King of the house and the mean cat knew he was the Emperor.  They never touched each others toys or food.  Things were never spoken as far as rules.

 Our Current Prison Guard

Zeus always slept in the big recliner at night.  He never slept wif his parents.  He told them it was easier for him to guard the castle that way.  Zeus also NEVER had an accident in his parents house until he started to get sick.  It spoiled his parents into thinking ALL dogs behaved this well. 

Zeus and the mean cat also never had a problem if their Mom and Dad had to work late.  They knew that work meant money and money meant food.  So it was no big deal.  His parents then thought all dogs were this way.

One day after Zeus was old and sick he told Mom and Dad it was time for them to step up and be the kind of parents that he knew they were and so........ they had to let him go.

THEN HOLEY HELL BROKE LOOSE.

I came to live wif them and Zeus has been laughing ever since.  He knew he was the most well behaved dog they would ever have in their lives again.  He knew that there would be accidents, thousands of pee pads purchased, destroyed stuffies, fights between the cat and the pugs, and he knew just what lesson he was going to leave behind for them to learn. 

If we are real quiet late in the evening I swear we can hear him a chuckling.

Stella Rose, Margaret Mae and Angus McConnell