Chelsea

Sarah warned me it would be dangerous to try and engage in some intelligent debate at the forums but I didn't listen. Now I have a hell of a headache. Which is funny, because really what I wanted to write about before this whole Nicole thing came out of the woodwork was my dog.

I took Chelsea to the vet yesterday and just as I came out of the gate, two kids passed by walking a little chihuahua (i guess there's really no such thing as a big chihuahua though). "Hey, it's Chelsea!" the little boy yelled out and they came over to the front of the house.

I love it that people in the neighborhood know Chels. When we used to live on a different street in the same village, a lady actually rang the doorbell to ask for Chelsea once. No kidding. One time Chelsoid wandered the village after someone left the gate open and was picked up by the patrolling guards. they brought her to the pound at the association and when we called to ask if they had seen a golden retriever, they asked, "Sobrang mabait ba sya?" Yah, that's our dog.

Anyway, the kids came over and the girl started telling me about how Chelsea apparently has a crush on her dog. And they introduced me to their three-month old chihuahua, Bolt. I really enjoyed that. Thanks guys.