Or, how I lived out every dog lover’s ultimate dream.
Hi, I’m Chelsea and I have a Shiba Inu named Hadley Bean Huxtable, DDS. Yes, she’s a dentist even though she still hasn’t gotten her side teeth in.
Hadley’s pretty much a role model for me.
She's confident (except around skateboarders, which quite literally scare the crap out of her), she's loyal, and she gives a mean side-eye. I'm taken aback by the daily sass my dog gives me. Exhibit 1,000 out of 1,000,000:
Since Hadley is both my daughter and best friend, I’ve tried to put clothes on her from time to time.
The self-respecting Shiba that she is, she has none of it. Except one time she allowed a scarf. I wouldn't say she was “pleased,” but I will say she “let me do it.” Out of respect, I stop unless wine is involved (HEY, I'M ONLY HUMAN).
As a result, I’ve begrudgingly accepted that our only mother-daughter physical traits lie in our freckled noses.