After we all went to bed, Zoe decided to pace. And pace. And pace some more. I knew it was her because it's like having Rico 'Ratso' Rizzo (Dustin Hoffman, Midnight Cowboy) or Roger 'Verbal' Kint (Kevin Spacey, The Usual Suspects) wandering around your house. Step, step, step, swish. Step, step, step, swish. I don't know if she stopped pacing, or if I just fell asleep.
In the morning, the others were excited to go outside; Zoe stayed in her crate, watching events unfold. She finally agreed to go outside and potty. Then . . . CairnDaddy woke up . . . the Skrenninger Quartet knows what that means . . . WHIPPED CREAM!
Yes, every dog gets a small squirt of whipped cream every morning when we have our coffee . . . Zoe sez: ????????????????????????? NOW she sez: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BTW, when she came out of her crate this morning, her harness was half off. I got the hint: Zoe is NOT a pink kinda girl; that's SweeTea's color. (Note the hair on SweeTea's head.) So I put a dark green and gold harness, with a dark green lead and collar, on her. She matches CairnDaddy's PackerVette . . . . . . and IF any dog were allowed to ride in it, it'd be Zoe!

AT HOME WITH ZOE HERE