The day started as it usually does – I took a picture of Zoe on our back patio and posted it on my Facebook page, along with the caption “Happy Birthday, Zoe... eleven years old but forever my puppy.” Then I posted the same picture on her Facebook page (yes, for those of you who weren’t around a couple of years ago when Zoe made her presidential run, you can follow her exploits here) with a caption befitting the theme of the page – “Seems only fitting that Zoe's 11th birthday would add a fourth day to a holiday weekend... she is selfless that way, always thinking of what is best for the nation.”
I told my daughter-in-law Emily that Zoe would get birthday greetings through Facebook from all over the country -- and sure enough, over the next few hours they came in from Florida, Hawaii, Oregon, Tennessee, Connecticut, Kansas, Texas, Kentucky, Ohio, South Carolina, and I'm sure I have missed a few. Our customers are wonderful people.
Since it was Friday, Zoe came with me to work as she always does when I am in town – and the fun really began . . .
In a matter of a couple of hours, Zoe got birthday treats from UPS, the USPS, and FedEx! Yvonne has been our UPS driver for most of Zoe’s lifetime and always brings treats – Zoe is so used to this that she starts losing her mind as soon as she sees a brown panel truck. The mail carrier has only been on our route for a couple of months, but always brings treats – and this was the first visit for the FedEx driver. First time I can remember Zoe hitting the “treat trifecta” in a single day . . .
At lunchtime, we made a run to our store, where Donna always makes a fuss over Zoe. And in the evening, we topped everything off with a trip to McDonald’s for Zoe’s favorite – a vanilla ice cream cone . . .
I’m not sure if I can post YouTube videos here anymore, but I think if you click on the picture below you will get to see it. And if not, you can click on this link -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qs_UC6FccaQ&feature=youtu.be
Today, Zoe is simply enjoying a typical Saturday here at the mail center with me – and she still got a treat from the mail lady . . .