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The Story of Two Chip

Once upon a time there was a tubby lil beagle by the name of Chip. I'm not sure exactly how she got that name but I heard it was due to her love of potato chips. She should just have been named Food, since she couldn't ever seem to get enough of it.

She was the first dog I ever remember as a child. Chip begged scraps, she stole food and she made a weekly tour of the neighborhood in search of neighbors who couldn't resist those big brown begging eyes and would give her food. Due to her love affair with food, she became quite chunky--but it never stopped her from waddling around a four block radius in search of yummies. This was in the days before leash laws and Chip was a free spirit who loved not only food, but people. Through her our home became a puppy nursery. Litter after litter of wiggly little doggies were born and loved and given away over the years.

As time passed, she began to have issues with her back legs until finally she was paralyzed and couldn't walk her route any longer. My dad took her to the vet who counseled him to let her go so she'd be out of pain. Dad coulnd't do it. He gathered Chip in his arms and drove her home.

For a few months Chip lived in our dinnete at the end of our kitchen and wore disposable diapers. She was still eating and seemed, well, chipper, so how could we put her down? After a time Chip's love of food cured her. We began to put her food on the other side of the room and she started crawling to it and gradually regained limited use of her back legs.

One day we were outside mowing the lawn with our electric mower and Chip was ambling around us. We used an extension chord that wasn't in the best condition and for some reason Chip didn't like that chord. She bit into it, I heard a yelp and saw her leap into the air and land in the shed. She didn't take the steps, she flew. Her legs worked just fine after that.

The shed was her home and one day she didn't come out for her breakfast and we knew she was gone. She is buried in our yard along with countless other beloved pets we've lost over the years.

My father is a dog person and always needs to have a dog and we've had a succession of them over the years. At some point he began expressing a desire to have another beagle, but this time he wanted a little one.

One day a tiny little beagle ran into our garage and never left. It was a small box beagle. We searched for the owner but never found them and finally decided she'd come to us for our dad.

Here's the lil monster with my Allison. Her name is Two Chip and although my father loves her dearly, she seems to love us more and is always hiding in our room and and cuddling on our bed. When dad goes to bed at night he has to come into our room and hunt her down because she's always with us.

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  1. Stop tormenting me. I am not getting another dog. Not yet...

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  2. But...but....everyone needs a doggie!

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