When she was just an eight month old puppy, we came home one night to chewed shoes and broken glasses. The chewed shoes were my husband’s once worn leather shoes he wore at our wedding, and the glasses were brand new and his, too. She was completely house trained, and had never chewed anything; so we never put her in a crate when we left the house. When we got home that night, we were so upset (mostly at ourselves for leaving our closet open and the glasses on a low laying nightstand). We told her “No” as we pointed to the torn shoes and mangled glasses laying on our bedroom floor. After that night, Ellie never chewed a single thing that wasn’t hers again. She continually is the most loving, loyal, and sweet girl a girl could ask for.
Yesterday, our sweet freckled face, Ellie, turned eight years young. She celebrated by sleeping, walking in Lincoln Park scavenging for squirrels, sleeping, eating a hotdog, sleeping, chewing her pink, stuffed animal pig (oh, the irony) and dozing off to Sunday night TV.
Happy 8th, Elle. Cheers to many, many more years of hotdog celebrations!
“The world would be a nicer place if everyone had the ability to love as unconditionally as a dog.”