Chanel's Chananagans

A children's story by Chanel herself,
submitted by Chelo Lewter

My name is Chanel and I am a four year old kerry blue terrier and live with Chelo and Tom and also my beloved uncle Camelot in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. My birthday is the 30th of May and Chelo always gives me a chicken fajita on my special day. Of course, I share it with Camelot. I'll tell you more about the fajita as my story unfolds.

Chelo flew to New York four years ago to pick a puppy. When she arrived at Arlene and Paul's, my breeders at Liberty Farm kennel, she first saw me in my playpen with my littermates. She looked at me and picked me up. I gave her a kiss on the nose, bit her sweater button and tugged at her earlobe. I think it was the kiss on the nose that did it. Chelo immediately said "you are my Chanel". I had five brothers and one sister but I was the "chosen one". What a lucky little girl I am. Chelo used to put a pretty pink collar on me but my brothers would always chew it off -- those brazen lovable brats! Chelo stayed a week and every morning would go to my playpen, call my name and I would wake up and go running to her, stepping all over my brothers and sister, just to get to Chelo who then would pick me up and put me in her bed with her. That's the way my day started. Oh those early morning rituals were so much fun!

Came the day we flew home to Tennessee and Chelo carried me on the plane in a doggie sky kennel; placed me under her seat and as soon as we were airborne a flight attendant came to tell Chelo to take me out of my kennel and place me on the seat beside her. What a nice lady! During the flight the pilot did his usual passenger check, looked at me and told Chelo he was going to steal me. I think it was at this point the Chelo had serious thoughts of hijacking the plane! The pilot was only kidding and I think he liked me too!

I was a good little puppy, slept most of the flight, did not have to potty, didn't bark or cry. Now, when lunch was served, well then I woke up. The delicious smells were just too tempting. They served chicken fajitas and Chelo gave me most of her fajita. That is why I get one every year on my birthday. Sure wish I had more birthdays!

Tom met us at the Nashville airport. He took me out of my kennel, gave me a big kiss and a big hug. The rest is history. I think it was at that moment I became Tom's little girl.

We arrived at the house and I was greeted by my uncle Camelot. INSTANT LOVE! We are inseparable.

When Tom shaves in the mornings I jump up on the bed, let out my little lady-like bark and give Tom the proverbial 'kerry stare'. Tom just melts goes into the top drawer, where there is a special tin with doggie goodos, asks me to "speak". I bark again and get my goodo -- sometimes two!

Tom sings to me every morning "Nellie my girl, my little girl, you are the best girl in the world". Now I am sorry to say Tom doesn't have the greatest singing voice in the world but to me those loving words are music to my ears.

I especially love ice cubes and when Chelo goes to the ice-maker, I follow, just sit beside her, with a kerry stare. Of course get my "ice" treat. Guess who is sitting right behind me waiting for his? Camelot, of course, and he is such a gentleman he always lets me go first.

Chelo taught me lots of doggie tricks. One of which is to bring her my empty dish for a refill. Every day I do this and every day I am rewarded with all those delicious extras Chelo gives me.

Sometimes, when Camelot and I are having "din din" in the kitchen, Camelot just does his "switcheroo" thing; simply eats out of my dish. I run to the den, look at Chelo, let out a bark, look towards the kitchen. That is Chelo's cue to restore law and order in the kitchen and simply puts Camelot in his corner with his own dish: PEACE! I think Camelot thinks I get some better stuff but I heard Chelo tell Tom we both get the same doggie food -- silly Camelot!

I also go up on the spiral stairs in our den, sit on a step, and do not come down until Chelo puts a goodo on the step. Down I come chewing on my morsel. I think I have Chelo well trained, but she loves it.

Every now and again Chelo puts ear drops, eye drops, wipes my beard, cleans my teeth, sprays that silly cologne and all that stuff. When I see the Q-tips in her hand I leap into Tom's lap, who is quietly reading the newspaper, land in his lap and almost tear the newspaper. Tom always protects me from some silly stuff Chelo does. I must say, I like to smell pretty. Chelo, just walks off and leaves me in Tom's protective grasp and waits for another day. I'm a pretty lucky little girl, perhaps a tiny bit spoiled?

At night Chelo puts a goodo under her pillow for me and on voice command I jump, nose up the pillow, and enjoy the little morsel she placed there just for me. We then say our kerry prayers, pray for our sick kerry kousins, off to sleep and sometimes go to dreamland.

Chanel

P.S. Camelot is always getting into trouble; he loves to countersurf and get into the garbage. I prefer to sit and play with my toys.

(I just saw Camelot steal a croissant from the kitchen table.)

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