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The Happy Chessie Growl
My Sweet Head
I look good in a hat, yes?
My head smells about as sweet as anything can right now. It baffles and pleases my humans to no end! They talk about it with wonder in their voices and I certainly get much more ear scratching.
This odor is not permanent. It comes and goes, as it pleases. There does not seem to be a pattern to it. At least not one that any of us can discern. If we could all figure out why this pretty smell arrives, we’d definitely ask it to move in permanently.
But as with all things in life, there is a Ying and there is a Yang. If the sweet smell is the Ying, then, oh boy, that Yang really stinks. And I’m sorry for you sensitive types, but I don’t have any control over how I smell. Except for the things I might roll in, but that another post. Just be happy I’m a Chesapeake Bay Retriever that does smell really good every so often. You don’t need to know why.
You just need to keep scratching my ears, k?
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Chessie Photo Round-Up
Q: What kind if dog is that?
A: It’s a Chessie.
Q: ?
A: A chesapeake bay retriever.
Q: Oh, a retriever! Like a lab…
A: Uh, yeah, both are dogs.
Q: They sure are handsome, aren’t they?
A: Absolutely.
Photo Credits:
1. Play Ball, 2. Lincoln 4:52, 3. catching water, 4. STYLE, 5. Twiggy, 6. I BESEECH THEE, 7. Chesapeake Bay Retriever, 8. Dugan the Chesapeake Bay Retriever, 9. chesapeake Bay Retrievers, 10. American Chesapeake Bay Retrievers, 11. Chesapeake Bay Retriever Family, 12. Chesapeake Bay Retriever Family, 13. Chesapeake Bay Retriever Portrait
The Heart of a Chessie
That is the only photo I have of my mom, BB, but you see where I get my good looks. It’s unusual for dog offspring to have contact with their mothers after the infant puppy stage. The Dog Mom does her job, does it well and then she bounds on with her human family. I saw my mom only one more time when I was about ten months old. I was all legs and panting and energy. And BB wanted absolutely nothing do to with my shenanigans. She had her family and I had mine.
Most dogs are tough. Chessies are probably one of the toughest. Pain, fatigue and injury all take a back seat to the love for our family, the love of a swim and just the love of life. That’s why, when my mom started limping a few months ago, the vet prescribed anti-inflammatory meds and she was on her way. It was her only symptom. Who knew how much she was hurting? After a few weeks, her humans began to be concerned. Tests began and that’s when they found the cancer.
BB passed away on Tuesday. She had a great life and her family cared and loved her very much. I don’t know if she had been a different breed, if they would have discovered her illness sooner. But that is the heart of a Chessie — strong, stubborn and full of love.
