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This is the first page of Zoe with Chase, my mom's basset hound. The journaling is VERY long and it reads, When I was pregnant with you, I would go to Grandma's house and hang out with her after I dropped Sage off at preschool. Chase was just a puppy then and he loved laying across my belly. Day after day he would sprawl himself out over the top of my huge belly as I relaxed on the couch with my feet kicked up on the coffee table, more than likely watching some daytime talk show with Grandma to pass the time. As my belly grew, so did Chase. Before I knew it you were here and Chase took it upon himself to be your best friend. He'd shake with excitement everytime he'd see you and wait with such anticipation just to get a few good licks in with that long, slobbery, basset hound tongue, smearing it across your tiny little face and all over your head until your hair was soaken wet and sticking up on its ends. As you grew, so did Chase. And then there was the blanket...a homemade crocheted blanket that Grandma bought in the hospital gift shop the day you were born. A pink blanket. Your blanket to be exact, and only yours. You didn't find much interest in it until you became old enough to walk. that was when you started carrying it around on every little stroll you took or on any car ride you accompanied me on. You took it everywhere you went and I do mean everywhere. It became the closeness you needed when I was no longer nursing; it became your comfort when you weren't feeling well or you got hurt; it became your security as you fell asleep at night; it became your friend that tagged along when nothing else was going on. The blanket was off limits to everyone around you. If even so much as a thread touched another person, you threw an absolute fit and made sure to get your point across that your blanket was off limits to them and everyone around them. Everyone, that is, but Chase. For some reason, Chase was worthy of the pink blanket. He was worthy of the friend you carried everywhere with you, he was worthy of its comfort and security, and you loved sharing it with him. He would sit and let you adorn him with it as if it were some sort of head covering or cloak and it made you giggle. I think that's why he let you do it so much, because you giggled. It was the absolute combination of love and happiness. You. Chase. And the pink blanket. The perfect love triangle.
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