Cedars
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Chloe came home on the 11th June, 2009, at 16 weeks. My OH and I had finished uni - him graduating, me finishing my first year - and we were desperate to get her home. She was fat, gorgeous and playful and we were in love instantly. The horses loved her too 
We were in my OH's mum's house, and Chloe took great joy in ensuring that she weed on EVERYTHING valuable or important! It was a nightmare trying to get her dry because posh rugs and expensive carpets were just more preferable!
In the morning we used to have to open all the doors between her crate and the front door, and do the 'early morning dash' as we sprinted to get her out in to the garden before she peed everywhere! But she was cute as a button and growing fast.
She came to her first (and last) Gatcombe with us that year - complete with lunging at HRH Princess Anne..! - and spent the day under her sun umbrella:
She lived with us in that house until January, and in that time we saw our first snow (and had A LOT of cuddles). Between September and January I failed my exams to get back to Leeds - so I was revising like mad. She sat at my feet, every single day - getting up every half an hour on the dot, jumping on to my lap for a cuddle and a kiss, then getting off again and resuming her foot warming duties.
We had lots more cuddles, and lots of fun in the snow:
It was in this house that she swallowed her chew toy and had her first surgery - shortly followed by her spay, when she moaned so much I slept on the stone floor all night with her.
Then, in January, she was there as I made the scariest decision not to return to Leeds but to start again, starting my teacher training. We also moved in to our own house at this point - and she was a little madam!! We had to walk up in the snow to wait for the deliveries, and she howled, constantly! We were terrified that she would hate it but she settled right in once her sofa came
We had lots of fun leaping in the lake down the road and stinking the house out
But then we noticed that she was getting a bit quieter, not wanting to run, and doing a few funny things. We were so certain something was wrong that we insisted the vets investigate, and long story short, she got diagnosed with severe hip dysplasia. I was convinced she was going to die, so we had photos taken:
And then she had her first operation,
When she nearly gave us all a heart attack by trying to leap in to the back of my OHs landrover the day she came home from the vets! It was at this point she started swimming at Cotswold Canine Hydrotherapy, which she soon learned to adore:
And we did MORE cuddling!
And with our new hip, we did lots of running around wearing our snazzy new coat:
But then one day, she leapt off the sofa and her second hip gave way - we ran her in to the vets and she had the second operation there and then. The worst part about this was that she had to have a few weeks off swimming, which she was VERY unimpressed with!
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We were in my OH's mum's house, and Chloe took great joy in ensuring that she weed on EVERYTHING valuable or important! It was a nightmare trying to get her dry because posh rugs and expensive carpets were just more preferable!
In the morning we used to have to open all the doors between her crate and the front door, and do the 'early morning dash' as we sprinted to get her out in to the garden before she peed everywhere! But she was cute as a button and growing fast.
She came to her first (and last) Gatcombe with us that year - complete with lunging at HRH Princess Anne..! - and spent the day under her sun umbrella:
She lived with us in that house until January, and in that time we saw our first snow (and had A LOT of cuddles). Between September and January I failed my exams to get back to Leeds - so I was revising like mad. She sat at my feet, every single day - getting up every half an hour on the dot, jumping on to my lap for a cuddle and a kiss, then getting off again and resuming her foot warming duties.
We had lots more cuddles, and lots of fun in the snow:
It was in this house that she swallowed her chew toy and had her first surgery - shortly followed by her spay, when she moaned so much I slept on the stone floor all night with her.
Then, in January, she was there as I made the scariest decision not to return to Leeds but to start again, starting my teacher training. We also moved in to our own house at this point - and she was a little madam!! We had to walk up in the snow to wait for the deliveries, and she howled, constantly! We were terrified that she would hate it but she settled right in once her sofa came
We had lots of fun leaping in the lake down the road and stinking the house out
But then we noticed that she was getting a bit quieter, not wanting to run, and doing a few funny things. We were so certain something was wrong that we insisted the vets investigate, and long story short, she got diagnosed with severe hip dysplasia. I was convinced she was going to die, so we had photos taken:
And then she had her first operation,
When she nearly gave us all a heart attack by trying to leap in to the back of my OHs landrover the day she came home from the vets! It was at this point she started swimming at Cotswold Canine Hydrotherapy, which she soon learned to adore:
And we did MORE cuddling!
And with our new hip, we did lots of running around wearing our snazzy new coat:
But then one day, she leapt off the sofa and her second hip gave way - we ran her in to the vets and she had the second operation there and then. The worst part about this was that she had to have a few weeks off swimming, which she was VERY unimpressed with!
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