I did not want a dog. Any kind of dog. I like being in a pet free zone. No pet hair, no accidents, no chewed up shoes…
Yet, we have Chloe. She followed my husband’s car home one day after several near death experiences on the main road behind our house. I felt sorry for her – she was such a sweet, gentle dog – I figured a family would seriously be missing her. She had quite the tic infestation so we picked off what we could and gave her a bath. That didn’t exactly do it with the whole tic thing (after several blood sucking creatures were found on our bed – um yeah we let her sleep on our bed), so we bought stuff at the vet to get rid of them. Remember, I didn’t want a dog.
Well, we put out fliers, an ad on Craigslist – nothing. The kids named her Chloe. She’s potty trained and does well on a leash and only chews a little (no shoes, thank goodness). I am still hesitant to call her our own – but we love her. I think she was an answer to the boys’ prayers who have been begging God for a dog. I must say, even though I have not wanted any pets, I’m kinda sweet on her.
So…. meet Chloe… who found her some people to call her own.