JAPAN-RELATED POSTS BELOW
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| Hanging out with Uncle Tim |
Grandma and Grandpa named me Cherokee the Chow because it
sounded noble and because the Cherokees are red people and I am red. One
friend, Marvin, said Cherokee was too long a name for a dog. He always
called me Rusty.
Everybody liked me, even people who usually
were scared of dogs because I was always so gentle and friendly. One
couple, Tom and Bonnie, liked me so much they went out and got two
puppies for themselves, even though the wife had never liked animals
before.
I loved everybody. Most chow-chows are one-person
dogs. That means they love and protect their owners but they are mean to
everyone else.
I didn't see anybody as a stranger or an
enemy. Grandma joked that if a burglar ever sneaked into our house, I
would probably put my paws on his chest to greet him and say, "Would you
like the TV? How about the VCR? Help yourself."
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| Carol, who had cancer, found me comforting |
Whatever the
action was, wherever the people were, that's where I wanted to be. I'm a
people dog! Besides people I liked going on walks and going for rides
in the car. Whenever Grandma and Grandpa started out the front door for a
walk, picked up the car key to go for a drive, even the grocery store, I
wanted to go along. Remember how I said I could talk with my eyes? I
had big, beautiful brown eyes that looked like they had eyeliner
highlighting them. If I saw someone start to leave the house without me,
my big fluffy tail would drop down and I would look at them with my big
beautiful brown eyes until the person said I could go, too. It almost
always worked.
Sometimes Grandma even let me drive the car. Just kidding.
Today I am thankful for wheels.
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