Zoe and Jojo have quickly become if not good friends, at least good aquaintances. They get along quite well, don’t seem to bother each other much except for a sniff now and then. They both follow me all over the house, trotting along at my heels. Zoe will sleep under my chair or on a dog bed nearby, chewing on a rawhide, while Jojo likes to nap either on my lap or on my desk beside me. Neither are usually very far from me.