Wow, what great stories! That one about Hugo reminds me of my Christmas when I was 8 years old. We didn't have dogs then but we had our 2 (now deceased) cats Tiger and Snow and a cockatiel named Peppy. We had a fire in our basement the October of that year. With all the repairs to the house, it took so long to fix, we didn't come home until Christmas Eve! It was definitely a hectic time. But no one was hurt. I had Snow nearby me, so I grabbed her as we left the house, my older brother grabbed Peppy so the only one missing was Tiger. My mother wouldn't let any of us go in to get her obviously so she was stuck upstairs in my parents bedroom. Luckily our neighbour was around. Such an awesome guy, he ran in to get Tiger himself.
I don't think Zoe's done anything extraordinary. Nothing that really sticks out in my mind. But she's my baby girl. She doesn't need to do anything to impress me
