Zoë was saved when she was barely three weeks old by my brother who witnessed her owners throwing her out their car window as it sped by. Though she was just skin and bone, the impact to our ditch merely winded her. Now she is the portrayal of health, (except the occasional allergy issue), and jumps distances that scare the living daylights out of me. Clearly that incident left her with nothing but a sense of adventure, as she is the ringleader in my family, and often teaches
Zoë-kins, ZOZO, Zi-Za-Zo
Being by herself, cuddling, petting, and attention.
The laser light, any toy without a feather.
Chicken or liver flavored foods. Corn (It's her chocolate.)
Teasing the dogs, being sneaky, and opening the door.