I picked Chelsea
up on a Cinco de Mao weekend from Rita, she was ready to leave her
pups and start a new life in her forever home.
On the drive home she sat quietly in the back just looking and
watching. It was cute, she would duck every time we went under an
over pass. She was shy and not used to being in a house; she would
slink almost touching her belly (that was very stretched out from
being used as a puppy maker) to the floor. She quickly became
comfortable sleeping on the bed with me and did every night until
her passing this year. We both got used to the routine of who got
what side of the bed.
Chelsea was a very expressive Vizsla with a wiggle butt for happy
times and Spin’n and grin’n when she got to go “bye bye” with me. As
the opposite was true if she had to stay home, she would put her
head down and turn and walk away, as if to say “I can’t believe you
are going to leave me here”.
She loved doggie day care and had a couple of very special “boys” in
her life. Toby was a beagle next door that taught Chelsea how to
play and they played. The other was Bogen and German Shorthair
pointer that Chelsea never stopped being excited over whenever he
came to stay with us.
Chelsea and I grew our family, Kevin my husband and Abby a German
Shorthair Pointer mix, in which we all moved to Hudson, CO on 8
acres. Life was good! There was lots of room to run, chase bunnies,
hunt quail and keep an eye on the barn cats.
We enjoyed camping (best camping dog ever!), horseback riding and
naps. Having Vizslas all my life she was true to form, Velcro! She
was a Momma’s girl and I loved it, she was a princess and she knew
it, She was sweet loving was spoiled I wouldn’t trade it for
Chelsea had bone cancer and what we thought was 13 – 14 years old.
She was with me for 9 years and I miss her.