I am not without a pet to love in my new environment. Chelsea, our Bichon Frise, a pooch with an attitude, is queen of the household. She tolerates me very well. She may even like me. She is not a youngster, and she knows how to strut her stuff without alienating me. I like her, too, a lot. She takes advantage of this, as she should. After all, seniority counts, doesn’t it? We are adjusting to one another gracefully. Steve, positioned in the middle, may even enjoy being sought after by us both. It’s a win/win situation. I couldn’t ask for a better pet. Look at those eyes and that smile!
A Memoir – Carol Ann Hoel