Zulu Dawg

Queen of All Dogs – Wise Beyond Her Ears

1995 -2010

Where do you start…..

A journey of 15 years that spanned the USA coast to coast.

My Buddy, My protector, My shadow. We had each others back for a long time.

Some guy in L.A. saved her from the pound the day she was to be euthenized. Turned out this guy had a house to rent and I was helping an old freind find a place as he was moving from Miami. The guy couldn’t keep her and I had to go out of town. I told him if he found a good home for her that would be great but if not I would be back in a week.

He kept her for me and I gave him a bottle of wine in exhange.

She was a mess, trusted no one and threw up all over the passenger seat within three blocks from my house. And so began the journey.

I couldn’t get close to her for about a week unless I slithered on my belly up to her. Over time I figured that it was a man who beat her with his hand. She must have had a horrible first 8 months as she didn’t even understand how to play with toys. In the end her big enjoyment was interacting with me and later Allison. It took a long time to trust her around other people but eventually she came to learn that most people are good and only a few are bad.

When I got her papers I learned that her name was Stacy. I won’t go into why but, lets just say that name had to change and do so quickly. Zulu is part Dobi and Shepard. She is all black and even has black spots on her tongue. I did not figure this this combo untill after 9/11 when they showed some fireman’s dog and how the station would look after the dog since his owner was one of the fallen brave that day.

Anyway, since she was all black and needed a strong and powerful name to live up to, and the fact I love African history, I gave her the name Zulu. What more powerful a name than Zulu, the greatest warrior tribe ever!

Though always a lady she did the name proud in so many ways.