Chase

Our family loves animals. For as long as K and I have been married we have had animals to bless our lives. Our first dog was a dalmation named Zach. He was probably the best trained of any of our pets. He would sit, lay down and come on command. Of course, with no children, we had plenty of time to work with him.

Many, many pets later we now have Chase. He is a small black dog of unknown heritage...a mutt. The vet said he look like he is part papillon so we'll go with that. He is...not the best trained dog we've ever had. While he is house trained ( a must in our house), he pretty much does whatever he wants otherwise. He loves to rough house with the boys. He loves to chase (thus the name) the athlete through the house. What keeps him a family member in good standing is that he will also snuggle with me on the couch during quiet times.

Perhaps the funniest thing Chase does is try to bury his bones. He will take any new bone we give him and run to the couch. If there is a pillow, he will push the bone under it and use his nose to scoot imaginary dirt on top of it. But the most hilarious time he did this was when there was not a pillow. So, he tried to bury his 4 inch bone behind a tennis ball. As always he scooped imaginary dirt up with his nose, followed by some whining. Then finally satisfied, he went off to play. All we could do was laugh. "Sure Chase, we'll never find that bone".

While I'm sure there will be more pets in our future, Chase will always hold a special spot in our hearts, and his bones will always have a place on our couch.