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Hello, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zoey. I know, I know, what’s a good Canadian dog doing with an Irish name. I blame my owners. It’s a strong proud Irish name I’m told. Must be from their side of the family, but anyhow, let me tell you how I came to live in Phoenix and was adopted.

I was born on June 9, 2007 in Arizona. I’m from my mother’s 2nd litter of pups. Yup, there were fifteen of us altogether, of which 4 were yellow, 5 were black and 6 were chocolate (that’s my group). Grandma, Mom and my older sister lived in the big house while we pups resided in. . . . I imagine you would call it the guest house since Mom didn’t expect us to stay too long. It was pretty cool though and I mean that literally. The guest house was air conditioned. Those first 8 weeks were great living in the guest house. We stay in there when taking little siestas or crashing for the night. With fifteen of us you definitely didn’t get lonely.

But the best thing was being able to play with Sis, Mom, and Grandma. They had this big fenced off green area at the side of the big house and it had a water hole. We had to go in the ground, through a hole and then we’d be in the green area. We could run, play and squeal (usually meaning someone got too rough) until Mom got tired and went inside, then we’d wrestle each other. That really wasn’t my thing, so I’d just watch.

One day, we were all just kind of laying around in the guest house trying to keep cool when we heard all this commotion out in front of the big house. Mom’s owner came into our place and coaxed all of us out for these two people to ooh and aah at. It was kind of boring so I went back inside. One of my sisters told me she saw the people go into the big house to see our grandma, mom and sister. I’m not sure why but didn’t really care either, I just wanted to get my beauty sleep.

Then mom’s owner came back in and started pulling my group out into the sun. We weren’t really happy about it, it was nap time and it was hot. We all ran for the door but each time someone got close. SNATCH, right back into the arena. I heard mom’s owner say “She has what you call an outie. We’ve already had it checked by the vet when they got their first shots. She said it’s just scar tissue build up, nothing to worry about.” I knew she was talking about me. Everybody had been teasing me about my “outie” But Grandma told me it made me special. She always knew it was me coming to see her.

After a while we heard this voice calling out “Dublin, here Dublin” My brother said “I think they’re calling me” and proudly walked out the door but was very quickly returned. It seemed only a female pup would do, but there were four of us how would they decide. I heard them say they wanted the “special one”. Why that’s what Grandma called me.