I had a scare last week with my dog, Chelsea, she got really sick and almost died. Last Wednesday, my mom came home and found her barely responsive and when she didn't improve, she had to be taken to the animal hospital. Even though we feared that Chelsea might die, she was ok, and she came home Friday, even though we weren't exactly sure what was wrong with her. We recently found out that she had Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, an infection spread by ticks, as well as an intestinal problem. She's also had kidney problems recently possibly associated with bad dog food and/or a congenital kidney problem common to Soft-Coated Wheaten Terriers. She's really a great dog, she continues to hang in there.
On the day before Thanksgiving 1999, we drove up to Wisconsin to buy her from a breeder, and the best part was that I got to skip a day of school to go. Ironically it was 3 years almost to the day after our last dog died. She's a great dog, the best pet our family has ever had. I always say she's like my little sister, cause that's how I feel about her. I would have felt really bad if anything had happened to her, it would have been much worse that when my last dog died, cause she means a lot more to me than he did. Here is a picture of Chelsea taken earlier this year.


