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
Nice that she is accepting you. Sometimes it is difficult with two women in the house.
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Two women. Ha. I guess you are right about that. Chelsea is used to having Steve all to herself. Now she must share. She is a trooper. She has personality. Thanks for your comment. Blessings to you, Patricia…
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I’m glad she’s letting you in. My parents have a dog (poodle) that is really my Dad’s dog. Every time they hug, this dog will growl and bark at my Mom…it’s hilarious, really. (And this was a dog that has only known life with my parents together :))
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Yes, that is very funny. I’m glad that Chelsea tolerates me better than that. Thanks for stopping by, Janna. Blessings to you…
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I have to admit she’s pretty cute! 🙂
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Hi Laura, Yes, she is. Thanks for stopping by. Blessings to you…
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