Dogs came into our mundane lives, when we got Zorro (our Golden Retriever dog) from a family friend as his earlier owner, the friend's acquaintance, wasn’t able to handle his exuberance. Zorro was full of fun and very intelligent. But I did notice a few other things about his nature. I realized that he craved for company throughout the day. He could not stay in a closed room alone, even for a while. He wanted people or dogs around him all the time. We tried our best, but eventually realized that he needed company and thought of getting our second dog. That looked like a big risk we were taking. But it worked!
I first saw Zella’s picture, when she was given for adoption at 3 months of age and her details were posted in a group on Facebook. There were other male Labrador puppies too. But when I saw this petite, tiny little girl I somehow was certain that she was mine. I just can’t find a logical reason for the same. I chose her as I loved the warm and endearing shapeless little puppy. Maybe it was just her aura or the look in her eyes seeking love. I tossed and turned in my bed just to get her home. This sweet Labrador puppy had fascinated my heart and I was convinced she would be just the perfect companion for Zorro my Golden. I took the first step by getting her home to see if they would get along and sure they did. Zorro’s happiness showed in all his behaviour. For one he started eating his food again. He stopped fussing. Both played a lot from the day one that they met. Labradors and Goldens are both from the retriever breed, so need a lot of exercise. That also was majorly taken care of as they never tire playing with each other. Zella is our henchman and sees to it that Zorro runs and doesn’t sit idle. She obeys our commands especially if it concerns making Zorro move his butt.
Zella wasn’t just chosen to be Zorro’s companion and make our lives easier. She is my third daughter. The most peace loving creature that she is, the only time she jumps in excitement is when she greets all others from an inconspicuous ant to big dogs or humans by showing her delight. She scolds Zorro if he gets a little hyper or barks or growls for anything unnecessary. She licks us if we ask for a kiss and shakes a paw if she wants a treat. She sleeps on our laps, cuddles to us. A non-fussy, full of beans, sensitive girl not asking for any treasures, but a little love and a roof above her head. That’s my Zella, my little girl. She has made me stronger. She is the only decision; I was stubborn about in my whole life. I haven’t fussed for any other thing before this and she in return has sent God’s blessings. By adopting Zella, a bitch (my female dog) I would like to tell the world, that adoption is a good deed. It’s kind-heartedness. You take upon yourself the whole responsibility of a life. Some people may call it greed. Others may say its foolishness. You give a dog a home; they give you the love of a son or a daughter. Like both my other affectionate daughters, Zella too is our pride forever.
