Hi! My name is Chessie. I’m the new dog in Dave & Evie’s household and I’ve taken over their world! Literally!
I was born on Christmas Day 2011, along with 8 brothers and sisters. My birth dad is a Chesapeake Bay Retriever and Mom is a Black Lab. Mom said Dad lived next door to us but we never did get to meet him. She was so happy to know that I was going to a home where I would be an only dog and could hardly contain herself when I left at 10 weeks. I know she has fond memories of our too short a time together. I was always her favorite!
I had no more than moved in with my new parents, Dave & Evie, when I went right to work! You see, it turns out they’ve had quite a time with varmints and they didn’t even know it! It was during my first month with them that I managed to tree a raccoon and out-tunneled a pesky mole that had been residing in their backyard. At first they seemed pleased with my gift for mole catching but some of the glory has surely worn off. They fail to realize how much work goes into nabbing moles…..I have to work for several days digging hither and yon over the entire acre before I can out maneuver those critters. I’ve been so successful at it lately that the moles no longer have a yard in which to hide and Dad has a lot less grass to mow…….
I also helped with their fruit harvest this fall. No one knew how much I loved fruit until the raspberries, apple & pear trees began to hang heavy with ripe fruit. In fact, the pear tree was so heavy that Dad had to tie it to another tree to keep it from tipping over. And it would have worked had they used a metal cable instead of rope…..rope that a dog like myself, found way too tempting. Yep! You guessed it! The tree tipped over and those pears were delicious!
When I first came here, I had to make friends with their two indoor cats, Izzie & Emmie. Izzie is the friendliest and she seems to enjoy our times spent together watching out the living room window. We watch for hungry squirrels and birds. But I have to admit that I sometimes forget she’s a cat and my nose suffers the consequences. Why do I keep forgetting those knives she carries are dangerous?
Happy Dad got new reading glasses in June and he’s not seen them since July. He thinks they fell out of his pocket outside and I buried them somewhere in the yard. Sadly, they no longer even bother looking for them. I guess they figure he’ll soon need new ones.
Oh yes, like all good dogs, I made an appearance at obedience school. I didn’t learn much but I taught Mom and Dad to reward me with treats whenever they say the word “SIT!”. That has worked out really well for me. Dad says I’m no longer a perfect “5” on the doggie weight scale in the vet’s office and that I may soon need to stand more and sit less!
Well, that’s my year 1 story…..lots of learning and some great times spent with my family….furry and otherwise. Me and my family want to wish you and your family the best of both worlds this Christmas…..
Love, Chessie (& family)
P.S. If Santa’s reading this, it really wasn’t my fault that the center got eaten out of Mom’s apple pie that was cooling on the stovetop and that the stove burner got turned on high in the process. But, Santa, you’ll be happy to know Dad has since installed new batteries in all the smoke alarms.