Name: Spazita, “Little Spaz”
April 17, 2006 – Present
Nicknames: Security Guard, Mama Ganoush, Damnit Zita, Pequeñita Mamacita Princessa Spazita, Zita, Z, Dragon Ball Z, Zzerrz, Old Lady, Cutest A-hole You’ll Ever Meet.
Back story: If you’ve already read Bear’s page, you’ll know I got Zita when she was 6 months old. She was the last of the litter (go figure!). She came to me a very weird girl. Spastic, unaware of how to interact with other dogs and humans. She spun, she barked, she pooped, she peed, she often had no idea why she was doing these things at the wrong time.
Zita for short, it really took me a long time to come around to her. She’s just a bundle of anxiety that was tough to deal with at times. She did NOT like change of any kind, so in a way boat life was better for her because we only moved our belongings once in 10 years. Her environment and safe space stayed the same, the backyard changed sometimes and was super fun for her!
I tell her all the time if she was nice like Bear, she’d actually have friends. Joke’s on us, she doesn’t want any friends! She’s never cared for people, your only purpose in her life is if you’ll give her food or not. If not, BYE! She’ll be off to knock over the garbage and see what goodies are in there, thank you very much. She’s unapologetic and ornery, and these days I can’t help but laugh at her antics.
I was excited to see she enjoyed sailing, in fact our first sail on our boat she hopped up onto of the companion way hatch and kept a lookout for us. She loves to stick her head into portholes, as if she’s discovered something nobody else has. She’s the perfect height to fit her head in and investigate.
At some point she promoted herself to Head of Security. She took her job of protecting me against seagulls and dock neighbors very seriously, doing rounds on board if I was up on the deck working on a project. The complete opposite of Bear, but that’s what made them such a funny pair. Despite Zita’s weirdness, Bear loved his little lady to pieces. She certainly taught me how to love, that accepting imperfections are essential to loving someone and we can’t change who people or these little doggies are. I couldn’t force her to like children, just like I can’t force myself to like cucumbers.
Since she’s recently had her Sweet 16, I can’t believe she is still going strong! In 2019 she’d developed liver failure. The vet at the time was amazing and after months of testing and trying different medications, she’d fully healed from whatever caused the liver issues. She still needs medications to stay stable, but recently she has shown signs of dementia. She’s much nicer now, she hardly ever barks anymore and isn’t so offended by everything.
I’m honored she’s loved me in her own special way, and since Bear’s passing we’ve fostered a kitty for a couple of months and I’ve now adopted a 2-ish year old Chiweenie, Benito. She’s coming around to him, I know she likes dogs more than people and I just want her to be happy.