Chloe has a hard head. It has a way of finding my jaw when she's excited.
She is indifferent to pain unless you accidentally step on her paw. Even just a little. Then she howls.
Scars on her hind legs, probably from being hit by a car or maybe a truck.
She hates trucks.
Chloe sometimes drags her rear paws when she walks. Her gait when she runs like a squat stout cheetah.
If she loves you she is the most affectionate dog you'll ever meet.
She only loves three people.
Not too fond of other adults, but seems ok with kids.
Chloe believes her job is guarding us. Mostly from people on the stairwell.
And trucks.
She does not like strange men approaching her favorite lady love.
She gets so excited to see my Ma that she pees involuntarily.
Chloe was tired weak and skinny when we got her.
Love and food restored her.
She's strong now and doesn't realize that she walks on a leash like she's trying to win the car pulling event in the world's strongest dog competition.
If I just stop and make her wait a minute she quits pulling.
Loves to forage in the underbrush rooting around like a hog looking for truffles.
A fine line between smelling and eating.
Bumble bees are floating snacks.
Sticks are a never ending source of delight. And occasional diarrhea.
I had to learn what bilious vomiting is.
Gastrointestinal issues common to the breed I am told.
Loves to eat. Meal time is very exciting. So are treats.
The crate is a favorite place. A treat place.
And where she goes when she's ready for bed, of her own accord.
Sleep is a favorite activity. If she's not asleep she would like some petting.
Laps are a favorite place too despite her size.
The only dog I've ever had that was perfectly content to be cradled like an infant.
And that mug. Chloe has quite a mug. One eye with black eyeliner like Alice Cooper.
The other white with white eyelashes.
Despite being an American bulldog she bears some resemblance to both Alfred Hitchcock and Winston Churchill.
I do my best not to anthropomorphize, but it would not be wrong to ascribe character to her.
I surely wouldn't drag my ass out of bed at 8a.m. on a Saturday to feed anyone else.
