
For 7 years now we have blessed with the worm. She has always been calm, patient, respectful....when there is food around. Really, she has been one of the worst behaved dogs I have ever seen. She is a total
spaz, so much so that people who met her last week for the first time thought she was 7 months old when I said 7 years. She has eaten
light bulbs, mace, crayons, dryer sheets,
playdoh, toy soldiers, the carpet in every apartment I have lived in, furniture, multiple collars and leashes. I could go on. She has jumped in random people's cars, ran through random people's houses if she escaped & their door happened to be open at that second, jumped out of moving car windows & broken a dog bowl out of impatience. These, of course, are the reasons that we love her. To be honest, my heart stops when I think the doorbell might ring, but the rest of the time she really is just our very high energy daughter. One of her most endearing/weird qualities is the fact that she randomly takes clothing of ours and puts it out somewhere when we are gone. She has always done this & the vet said it was like her security blanket-kind of spreading us around. I think it is because maybe that particular sock was where she wanted to lay but I guess there is some love to it, too. Anyway, I forgot something the other day & when I walked back in I caught her mid-drop. Precious.

A sock. And some kind of food or something on the floor?

Brandon's houseshoe.
Now that Anderson has discovered her, I realize all of the hard work of raising her has totally paid off. She is SO wonderful with him. The other day he was "petting" her with a spatula & she wasn't even really aware of it. We have found a purpose for Chloe other than giving me chest pains from the barking. Here is a little video of him playing with the girls. I don't know why my pants are weirdly rolled.