Planning on updating this site, within the next week, with a refurb/rebuild I’m working on (love doing this stuff). But in the meantime, thought I’d talk about my good bud. My other love.
My first chow lived to 13 yrs. old. Lived in 4 different cities, traveled everywhere with me. My second caught cancer at age 4. We took her to three different vets and redesigned a crate to improve her life/extend her days on earth, comfort… her struggles/health issues. She could not survive away from an IV, and constant liquid infusion. And we had to let her go.
My third chow was probably the most comical and fun. He did somersaults while chasing a ball. Wore a birthday hat on his birthdays. And was the “star of the show” when anyone came by to visit. He grew up with the second chow, who often put him in his place. Of course, she died when he was just two years old. He lived to almost 11 yrs old.
Which brings us to the fourth. Dogs bark at him, he doesn’t pay attention. People comment about his fur, his bear like appearance, his attitude. He’d rather keep walking. I’ve been told “he’s the nicest chow they’ve ever met”. but also “I’d never trust that dog”. To each their own, I guess. I’ve had enough experience to handle and raise these dogs. And I love this breed for life.
And on that note, this girl has talent!