Jenny Mocha Chip

Today my dog, Jenny, was put down. She's ten years old. Or I guess she was.

We got her as a puppy. She was so cute. A 10 pound chocolate labrador. We named her Jenny Mocha Chip. The chip was from a little patch of darker fur where her tail started. Whenever you called her name, she'd cock her head to one side, like she was trying to figure out what we were saying. Whenever she was tired, she would hide underneath our legged couch were we couldn't reach her.

She was such a scaredy-cat. She hated the vacuum, the broom, large boxes, loud noises, etc. But she was loving and caring. She loved us. We nicknamed her our great protector. Anytime the doorbell would ring, she would bark like crazy. She'd keep up barking until the person was inside. Then they were bestest of friends.

She loved to have her bum scratched. So she would stick her head between your legs, walk through them and stop at the perfect place for you to scratch her bum. It always freaked people out when she did it for the first time.

It'll be weird to hear the doorbell ring without her barking. A lot of things will be weird without her I guess.

She's my third dog to leave this world. First was Lucy then Charly. So I guess Jenny will have company until we can join her. They'll get along great.

R.I.P Jenny. Love you, pup.

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