My constant companion. Chelsea was a Yorkshire Terrier who came to live with me at age six weeks. She weighed all of one pound at the time. She eventually weighed 4.8 pounds in her prime.
When I traveled Chelsea went along; by car or by plane. Some hotels would bring in a special bed and bottles of Evian water and treats.
If on a trip by car when we would go to a drive through restaurant and she would have a chicken beast...no bun.
For cold weather trips she wore a Sherlock Holmes type cap,
on warm weather trips she had a multi color beachy looking hat. She loved to wear these and to wear sweaters.
When she could not go she stayed with her two 'cousins', French Poodles, Mitsy and Jolie. At first I worried about her safety. Soon I noticed when she had to stay with the 'cousins' she would take on a new personality. She became one of them! She would play with them, bark...something she never did at home, jump up on the furniture, and pull the Persian cat by the tail. All in all she had a sweet disposition.
One night after having gone to a restaurant my sister had lamb chops and brought home what she couldn't finish. She had a mid night snack and threw the chop bone in the trash.
I went into the kitchen the next morning and Chelsea was no where to be found. After looking everywhere for her I finally saw her lying next to the trash with the chop bone that didn't make it into the trash can; it was as long as she and she had her front and back legs werpped around it and she had eaten every bit off of it and was lying there licking the bare bone. She had never had a bone before.
When I moved to California her health began declining. I will always love and miss this precious friend, but know in my heart she is free of the pain and infirmities she developed.
I had to keep her coat short for hygenic reasons, so she didn't even look like her normal self at the end of her life.
Chelsea was cremated and her ashes scattered in the Pacific Ocean.
When I traveled Chelsea went along; by car or by plane. Some hotels would bring in a special bed and bottles of Evian water and treats.
If on a trip by car when we would go to a drive through restaurant and she would have a chicken beast...no bun.
For cold weather trips she wore a Sherlock Holmes type cap,
on warm weather trips she had a multi color beachy looking hat. She loved to wear these and to wear sweaters.
When she could not go she stayed with her two 'cousins', French Poodles, Mitsy and Jolie. At first I worried about her safety. Soon I noticed when she had to stay with the 'cousins' she would take on a new personality. She became one of them! She would play with them, bark...something she never did at home, jump up on the furniture, and pull the Persian cat by the tail. All in all she had a sweet disposition.
One night after having gone to a restaurant my sister had lamb chops and brought home what she couldn't finish. She had a mid night snack and threw the chop bone in the trash.
I went into the kitchen the next morning and Chelsea was no where to be found. After looking everywhere for her I finally saw her lying next to the trash with the chop bone that didn't make it into the trash can; it was as long as she and she had her front and back legs werpped around it and she had eaten every bit off of it and was lying there licking the bare bone. She had never had a bone before.
When I moved to California her health began declining. I will always love and miss this precious friend, but know in my heart she is free of the pain and infirmities she developed.
I had to keep her coat short for hygenic reasons, so she didn't even look like her normal self at the end of her life.
Chelsea was cremated and her ashes scattered in the Pacific Ocean.
My constant companion. Chelsea was a Yorkshire Terrier who came to live with me at age six weeks. She weighed all of one pound at the time. She eventually weighed 4.8 pounds in her prime.
When I traveled Chelsea went along; by car or by plane. Some hotels would bring in a special bed and bottles of Evian water and treats.
If on a trip by car when we would go to a drive through restaurant and she would have a chicken beast...no bun.
For cold weather trips she wore a Sherlock Holmes type cap,
on warm weather trips she had a multi color beachy looking hat. She loved to wear these and to wear sweaters.
When she could not go she stayed with her two 'cousins', French Poodles, Mitsy and Jolie. At first I worried about her safety. Soon I noticed when she had to stay with the 'cousins' she would take on a new personality. She became one of them! She would play with them, bark...something she never did at home, jump up on the furniture, and pull the Persian cat by the tail. All in all she had a sweet disposition.
One night after having gone to a restaurant my sister had lamb chops and brought home what she couldn't finish. She had a mid night snack and threw the chop bone in the trash.
I went into the kitchen the next morning and Chelsea was no where to be found. After looking everywhere for her I finally saw her lying next to the trash with the chop bone that didn't make it into the trash can; it was as long as she and she had her front and back legs werpped around it and she had eaten every bit off of it and was lying there licking the bare bone. She had never had a bone before.
When I moved to California her health began declining. I will always love and miss this precious friend, but know in my heart she is free of the pain and infirmities she developed.
I had to keep her coat short for hygenic reasons, so she didn't even look like her normal self at the end of her life.
Chelsea was cremated and her ashes scattered in the Pacific Ocean.
When I traveled Chelsea went along; by car or by plane. Some hotels would bring in a special bed and bottles of Evian water and treats.
If on a trip by car when we would go to a drive through restaurant and she would have a chicken beast...no bun.
For cold weather trips she wore a Sherlock Holmes type cap,
on warm weather trips she had a multi color beachy looking hat. She loved to wear these and to wear sweaters.
When she could not go she stayed with her two 'cousins', French Poodles, Mitsy and Jolie. At first I worried about her safety. Soon I noticed when she had to stay with the 'cousins' she would take on a new personality. She became one of them! She would play with them, bark...something she never did at home, jump up on the furniture, and pull the Persian cat by the tail. All in all she had a sweet disposition.
One night after having gone to a restaurant my sister had lamb chops and brought home what she couldn't finish. She had a mid night snack and threw the chop bone in the trash.
I went into the kitchen the next morning and Chelsea was no where to be found. After looking everywhere for her I finally saw her lying next to the trash with the chop bone that didn't make it into the trash can; it was as long as she and she had her front and back legs werpped around it and she had eaten every bit off of it and was lying there licking the bare bone. She had never had a bone before.
When I moved to California her health began declining. I will always love and miss this precious friend, but know in my heart she is free of the pain and infirmities she developed.
I had to keep her coat short for hygenic reasons, so she didn't even look like her normal self at the end of her life.
Chelsea was cremated and her ashes scattered in the Pacific Ocean.
