In a lot of ways Chicolette was the typical intelligent Corgi who had a heart as big as the whole outdoors that she loved so much. A Corgi needs to know they have a job, a purpose in life, to keep their overactive imaginations and intelligence in tact. And Chico was no exception.
That is why Chico had so many jobs, she knew what they were, and she did them very well. She may have been a city girl and had no cows to run herd on but she earned her Keep. She had to run herd on the wheelbarrow, lawnmower, trashcans and even the vacuum. Because some days I just couldn’t get them going without her.
Then there was the job of master gardener. It was Chico’s job to let me know when the tomatoes and peppers were ready for harvest and she always knew, she never failed to let me know when it was pickin’ time.
Chico was also my computer webmaster and she let me know when to get off the computer and scratch her ears and go to bed or take a walk.
Chico was an excellent bodyguard she slept all day while I was at work so she could be up to patrol the grounds at night so I could sleep in peace. If I did wake up at night and heard Chico snoring I knew she had checked everything out and it was o.k. to go back to sleep.
Chico also had the job of just being my crying towel or to put it nicely my mental health therapist. After she decided I had cried and felt sorry for myself long enough she would stand up and give me that look that enforced my sons philosophy “O.K. Mom get off your pansy A$$, rub some dirt on it and walk it off.
Chico was my Personal Trainer or Diet and Exercise Buddy. Well she did what she could but she liked to eat as much as I did. She tried her best to make me go walking everyday but some days it was even too hot or raining too much for her.
Chico still did not have a swelled head even after she did all of these jobs, but managed to lower herself to just being my little girl and best friend. I know it wasn’t always easy on Chico having to take care of the likes of me but she did it all very well.
Chico, it is time to let you go and be in a heaven where the tomatoes are always ripe on the vine, the A/C is always cranking and noone ever has to take a bath if they don’t want to. You have served me well and I will always remember the love we shared.
Goodbye my friend.
| Chicolette |
| 7, Dec 2002 |
| Jennifer |