Friday, January 23, 2009 marked the end of an era. Sadly the era of Zerbert is over. Zerbert’s sixteenth birthday was to be her last.
For those of you who did not know Zerbert except when she couldn’t walk, she was an energetic, mischievous pooch. Anyone who visited us in Arizona can attest to the fact that she could find your best or favorite pair of shoes to chew on. She used to jump onto the back of the couch with one quick bounce, so that she could get a better view of the world. After all, she thought she was a much bigger dog than she was. She could also stand on her back legs or gesture adamantly with her arms when she begged for food. A trick called Angry Arms. Of course she was very patient when we dressed her up in costumes for the holidays. She had definite likes and dislikes. The witch and clown costumes were OK, but she hated, hated, hated the Batman costume.
Zerbert was a worldly little pup. In her sixteen years on this earth, she lived in four different states: Tennessee, Illinois, Arizona and Massachusetts. She road tripped all over the country. She visited Kenyon College in Ohio, traveled out to rural South Dakota, and road along Route 66. This dog even went to the Grand Canyon…twice. She traveled all the way across the country, from Arizona to Massachusetts, camping along the way.
When you remember Zerbert, don’t think of the dog who peed on floors and chewed up your favorite possessions. Remember the energetic puppy who entranced little kids everywhere. Good Dog.
Here is a retrospective slideshow.
