Poor old Chloe girl. She is our million dollar bionic dog. She has 2 synthetic knees and bad hips and elbows. She is the best dog in the world though. I feel bad that she doesn't get the attention she deserves. I can't wait until it is warmer and we can go out together. She doesn't know any tricks other than, "Lay There." That is is our inside joke, because literally she finds her spot she wants and just stays. However, now with two young ones in the house, she often hears sayings such has, "Beep Beep!" "Chloe, get up. Get out of here!", "Chloe, you are in my way." "Get off of my bean bag." Poor old girl just wants to be where we are. She just turned 12. Although, I admit, she seems much much older. She has had a rough life in terms of health issues, but she is pretty spoiled on the inside.
On days when I lie down at night and am not even sure I have petted her, I am reminded that she is at least shown some affection by someone...even if it is not what she bargained for.
G loves to love on his "Co-key", as he calls her.
What is it about a boy and his dog...oh, and his trains???
