I’m not sure what I’ve seen more of in our house: dog hair, or vet bills. But regardless, this hairy pickle (as we affectionately call her) is one of the sweetest, most gentle, and smart dogs I have ever met. We chose her because she was the smallest in the litter,and she didn’t demand our attention when we came to pick her out like her brothers and sisters did. She has remained a steady part of our daily routine. She lets us know when the delivery truck drives by and rings her bell when she wants to go outside to potty or play in the snow. She takes her spot on the kitchen floor and guards me while I prepare dinner. She even tries to sneak into the boys’ room to rest after they have gone to bed. Sometimes we take that for granted. And I will be the first to admit I complain about the Chloe hairs I find everywhere. (Ok, I’m the only one who complains about it. The three boys in the house don’t seem to mind.) But no matter how much I have to vacuum, I’m so glad for the way she nudges her way into our family and has been the best real live, stuffed animal we could ever hope for.