Grooming day is not Chelsea’s favorite. She prefers to be full of sand and debris from the backyard. Soon she will run outside and roll in the sand. But not yet. Now it’s time to rest her head beside one of her stuffed friends.
She carries her stuffed playmates, all tattered and torn. She puts them where she wants them. Like a child’s security blanket, these stuffed animals make Chelsea happy.
We enjoy seeing Chelsea’s bright white fur for at least a day. By the next day she will have dimmed herself to an off-white. Given a week, she will be gray. By the time the groomer comes again, she will be grayer yet with charcoal specks here and there, her ashen look. Getting dirty is not easy. It takes a lot of work, but Chelsea knows how. All dogs know how to roll in the sand. Chelsea is no different.
Chelsea approaches Steve as he calls her name. She has been with him since she was a young pup. Her birthday is in November. She will be 13 years old. In doggy years, she is elderly. She lives well. She is loved.
I take photos of Chelsea often, but most of the time she is off-white, gray, or grayer yet. Today I had to show her off. She is beautiful, white and bright, clean as light.