My Foster Brother Ziggy (Guest Post by Noelle)

Hello my furiends. Noelle here. Today was supposed to be Ziggy's turn to post, but when Mom asked him if he wanted a turn to write a blog post, he said "Huh?" "Whaa?" And then he started chewing on her shoelaces, so she said I could write the post for him. I'm still not quite clear on why the fosters get to write their own posts before Remi and I do, but whenever I ask Mom, she just gives me a chew bone instead of answering, so I really don't mind so much.
So since this post is supposed to be Ziggy's turn, let me tell you a little bit about my foster brother. He's quite a handsome fella, although Mom says that is all he has going for him.

I quite admire his ability to disregard all commands, requests, instructions, and rules, and just live his life without regard for anyone or anything around him. To me, he embodies the concept of freedom. Freedom to enjoy life as it is meant to be enjoyed. No rules to follow. No people to please. No future to be concerned with. Ziggy lives for the moment, and not only does he not worry about the consequences of his actions, but he doesn't even understand that there are consequences. That, my furiends, is freedom.

The Zigster, as he is known, loves to chew. He is a chewing machine. He shredded Mom's barstool while she was sitting on it yesterday, and she didn't even realize it.  She had sprayed it liberally with some no-chew spray, and she thought it was working.  Obviously not. 

I am in awe of his chewing talent. And Mom says he has nothing going for him other than his looks. Boy is she wrong. Not only can he chew up anything, but he does it faster than any dog I've ever met. If there is ever a chewing contest, I'd bet my entire supply of chew bones that the Zigster would win. My foster brother is amazing. I could be quite happy without the constant stream of dogs coming in and out of my house, but in Ziggy's case, I must say I'm a better dog for having known him.