This past year has been dominated by our black lab Chloey. We've enjoyed her playful puppy antics. The boys have learned responsibility. We have had disagreements about how to deal with her destruction of the yard and many other things. We expected she would be with us for a long time because she didn't chase cars. Sat. after our return home from camping, Matt was moving the camp trailer and Chloey had been laying under the wheels and moved the wrong way instead of getting out of harm's way. I was more heartbroken than I thought I would be! I am so missing going out to the backyard and her being there. Garrett was heartbroken too. Anyway, though I cursed her on a daily basis for the list of naughty things she did, I miss this friend. Chloey was good to my kids, and loved to kiss Garrett's face. She loved to meet Garrett when he was walking home from school. She LOVED water. We will miss going to Lake Walcott with her. She loved any time we spent with her; blowing bubbles with the kids, running with the boys when they rode their bikes, camping; she was part of our family though for a short time. I am grateful for the experience we had with her. She'd be 1 year old this very day, and of course ironically I had just taken her to the vet for some shots and a checkup. I am grateful for the year we had with Chloey. We learned a lot, and hopefully after a few months of healing our hearts (forgive my drama) and getting a better dog run fixed up we'll get another dog.
