Zora, from the Arabic Zahra = Radiant.
Zora is my killer-attack-dog, my 80 pounds of fur-covered razorblades!
Zora is the reason I can walk safely across the street at night.
Zora is also the reason I wander the streets at night, completely alone, and sick of worry because madam has decided to go ”investigating”. She was found on the railway-station by the police who called me on my mobile. She behaved very cute and the police were quite taken with her.
Zora likes to follow me around everywhere until it drives you nuts! Then you go away for a weekend, leaving Zora in the care of a friend, and are very relieved to be able to walk around for the weekend without stumbling over a dog every 10 minutes, only to discover that you feel very un-dogged and un-happy.
Zora needs to be cuddled every two hours. If you don’t remember she will help you remember.
Zora knows when I get up to go away, and immediately sits in front of the door with the cutest imploring look, which makes me take her even if I didn’t want too.
Zora is very nice to children and little dogs and cats.
Zora likes to jump into ditches with awful, black, stinking mud.
Zora drops enough woolly hairs every month to fill a quilt.
Zora is 99% a sheep in wolves-clothing. But beware of the 1%! I have seen her in attack-mode once, and it is scary!!! But very comforting to know that she has it in her!