January 12, 1999. That’s an estimated birthday since my husband got her at the Humane Association and nobody really knew how old she was. She had been given the name “Zinga” by the staff since she had been found in the parking lot of a grocery store called Zingos. She was an adorable puppy. My husband and I picked her out together. He proposed to me by engraving “Julie, I love you, Marry me” on a dog tag that he secretly put on her collar when we were out for a walk 14 years ago. She was not what you would consider an “easy” dog, but she was still very much loved and will leave a hole in our household. (1/12/99-8/2/13)
She was never one to look at the camera when you wanted to take her photo so I’m especially glad I was able to capture these two shots of her.