Zorro was one of the three puppies given to us to replace our two deceased dogs. They both died due to old age – they were 10 and 12 years old in human years. We miss them all the time.
Zorro used to be really shy and usually strays from the other puppies who were actually siblings – he felt like an outcast I guess.
As they grew older he became a lot more happy, open, and a lot of times, naughty – it’s like the best thing in the world for him is eating his poop and then licks you after doing the deed. He knows you hate that, but he does it anyway.