Peppers' favorite toy was her "Ellie".
                                 She loved her elephant and would make it
                                 trumpet by mouthing it's body. Some days
                                 it seemed like we were living in the jungle.
 

                       

                          Mi-Paos Cajun Pepper
                          Peppers' portrait  hangs over the fireplace in our home.





                 My  Supervisor

                My tiny little girl arrived after a horrifying flight
             through storms, being bumped to the wrong airport and
              arriving 16 hours late. She had not been walked, watered
               or taken from her crate. She was so tiny and scared.
          She fit into the palm of my hands.
           She snuggled up next to my shoulder and
            stayed in my lap for the ride home.
      Pepper was a small chow bitch but she had
        a mighty personality. She was a born
         "Supervisor" over all the other chows,
      regardless of their size. She  Mothered the
          puppies and trained them even though they were not
                 hers by birth. She care for them, discipline them, played
    with them and taught them to hunt.
               She was the perfect lady and never did  anything wrong.
           She was the perfect chow.
                She was my protector and slept by my bed every night.
            "The Supervisor" loved the holidays! She enjoyed
            opening her own Christmas presents and would
            roll in the wrapping paper and toss it in the air
             after she opened her packages.
                     At the age of 9 years she bloated and I rushed to the
                     vet in the middle of the night for surgery. 
       The surgery was successful and my
        little girl went on a special diet.
              She had cottage cheese lunch every day and
            chicken or hamburger and rice with a few
           croutons (doggie kibble) for dinner.
             I bought her a magnetic blanket to sleep on
               since she had developed arthritis in her shoulder.
               She loved her "blankie"  and it seemed to help her
                aches and pain from the arthritis. She became my
                constant shadow and I carried her "blankie" from
                   room to room as I would move about as she  wanted
                to be touching my leg or foot as she laid beside me.
                   On her 10th Christmas I bought her a tiara to wear.
                    She loved it!  She wore her tiara for special occasions
                      and  knew she was "The Supervisor".
               The photo hanging over the mantle was taken on her
                    12th Christmas when she wore her tiara all day.
                  She had a wonderful holiday and was so happy.
                     Winter weather seemed to make her arthritis
                       worse and she had trouble getting up but maintained
                         her stoic attitude and never complained.
                                         Spring arrived and she loved to lay in the warm                  
                          sun and relax. In the evening she would play hide
                        and seek with me and I would have to turn on the
                        flood lights to see her which delighted her as she
                      would hide under the bushes.
                   One eveing in May she was hiding under the
                bushes and when I called her she couldn't get up. I
                         realized she was in severe distress and rushed her to
                   the vet. X-rays showed she had a mass on her spleen and
                  severe arthritis in her spine. I  knew I had to do  the
                    humane  thing as I loved her so .  I  had to let her go  to
                    be with Kris and the others that were waiting for me @ the bridge.
               "The Supervisor" has a very special place in my heart
                  as I know there will never be another chow like her.
                    Some days I know "The Supervisor" is still supervising
                        from above by the activity of the other chows.
                I miss her so.
                                                        




                   


                                

                                             Visit "The Supervisor" and all our chows waiting at The Rainbow Bridge