if it were possible for her to share my genetic code -- like family members with 2 legs instead of 4 -- it would make sense how freakin' similar my dog chloe is to me.
but we don't.
and still, she IS me.
chloe was meant to be baby. how else could you explain how sight unseen I drove three hours to pick her up from idiots who couldn't care for her?
yup, this little goldie-locks with curls is very much like her curly-haired, blonde mamma:
- we both like to start shit; yet when things get too crazy, we're the first ones to go find a quiet place to hide.
- we both get too loud when we are excited. this more than makes up for the times when we could give a shit about talking at all.
- we both are petrified of the water. the pisces and the water dog, go figure. (only i have the added misery of wearing a bathing suit on top of it.)
- we are both imperfectly perfect; from a hooked tail to thunder thighs, we are beautiful and we know it.
- we both love to snuggle down to get a belly rub. and neither of us are afraid to give kisses to those we love.
and we will never, ever turn down a cookie.
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