My Ziggy started out owned by an elderly woman who whacked him on the muzzle with a cane causing a horrible deviated septum. (As a result he has a horrible fear of canes and struggles to breathe.) From there he went to her daughter, then a friend, another friend and finally ended up at the pound in the small town of Johnson City, Texas where he was born. I was looking for a playmate for our first pup, Mr. Mocha Java (Mojo) who was now a year old.
We met him as his obnoxious poodle cut was so grown out he had dreadlocks and looked like a rasta puppy...so the name stuck.
Once a timid pooch, Ziggy has recently come into his own. Although his beard has gotten rather grey this year you'd never guess his age by his demeanor. He insists on a rigorous wrestle atop the bed each morning and has a wide and varied vocabulary....(just "woofing" is for dogs).
Our Mojo passed away last December and Ziggy and I are clinging tight to one another in fellowship. He's my loyal companion, faithful protector and one cute pooch!! Life just wouldn't be the same without him!!
Kansas City, MO
