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Best of Friends | Augusta Arboretum

My first memories in life…I see a terribly ugly carpet, broken crayons in a red basket with holes far too large to have the job of holding crayons or markers that have lost their caps. My hands have the imprint of the carpet and my sisters tongue is sticking out with concentration. My Poky Little Puppy is perfectly colored and I am going to sign it so everyone knows it was my artwork. Ellen would move us on to the next activity never finishing her page in the coloring book. She would plan out our entire afternoon filled with handstands, cartwheels and puppet shows.

Memories transform from sister activities to baking and doing crafts by myself as Ellen went off to school. I distinctly remember the one TV show I would watch religiously: Pappyland. “You too can do itttt when you’re in PAPPYLANDDDD!” Anyone??? ANYONE?! The large pencil? The sharpie drawings you could submit to try and be showcased on the next episode? Okay maybe a slightly creepy show after re-watching some of the youtube clips but I loved it more than anything. I submitted my picture of a dog and it was included in the fan section of the show and it was probably the best day of my life.

Weekends at my Dad’s are a huge part of my memories which included re-watching our favorite movies over and over and over again. Eric’s choice? Home Alone. Ellen’s choice? Mighty Ducks. My Choice? BEETHOVAN!

Are you seeing a pattern here? I begged. As any child, I begged and begged and begged. 3 Sherwood kids who were involved in soccer, basketball, travel basketball, softball, travel softball, baseball, dance, gymnastics, girl scouts, cub scouts, nature camp, tennis, track, cheerleading, hockey & more does not leave much space or time for a family dog to fit in. (Insert sad Hannah face here)

Fast forward to (super duper) senior year of college. My professor asked my class to create a “goals” list for our first year post-graduation. Mine: 1) Adopt a Puppy, 2) Get a big girl job, 3) Continue to grow my own business, 4) Continue learning, 5) Stay creative

Chesney’s adoption day is my favorite day in 25 years. She is the reason for checking 2, 3, 4 & 5 off my list. She keeps me on my toes and I need her as much as she needs me. She relies on me to feed, bathe and let her outside to potty. I rely on her for out-of-control butt shakes after a long day at work and for her morning kisses letting me know that her eyes are open and mine should be too. I rely on her to make me laugh by barking in fear at the milk carton every time I pour milk into my cereal bowl and she relies on me to put that scary thing back in the fridge. I rely on her for the endless cuddles and she relies on me for the endless belly rubs. There’s a good chance that if we aren’t sleeping, we are eating and if we aren’t eating, we are smiling. We’ve both got these long legs that get in the way of each other but we’ll love ya until the end of time. My girl. My most favorite memory. My very first dog.

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