Chili  (2010-2019)

updated April 2019

Well, 2019 was not such a good year for me.  On April 11th I became suddenly ill and was rushed to an all night veterinary hospital.  I was diagnosed with both a failing pancreas and liver, and sadly I did not even make it through the night.  I had just had a full checkup two months earlier, so this was quite a shock to myself and my family.  But life can have its sudden turns and at least now I am in doggie heaven with my predesessor Charlie.  So don't feel too badly for me, although you are allowed to miss me.

Here's a little history about myself.  My name is Chilcoot, but I was usually simply called Chili.   I was named after the Chilcoot Trail on Mount Madonna at Smuggler's Notch, a favorite run of my family.  I was born August 8, 2010 at Cirius Kennels in Stormville, New York, the ninth of ten puppies born to Candy and Boomer.  I used to be a fun loving little boy puppy.  Then I became a middle-aged pain in the butt.  I liked to whine a lot, always wanted to eat, and was always on the wrong side of any door.   But of course I was still lovable.  I enjoyed running around in the backyard, lying down and watching TV with my family, and licking peanut butter stuffed into a big bone.  I always looked forward to the annual Waldarry Festival when I could scamper around the backyard looking for any food that dropped to the ground - or dare I say was exposed on a low table?  Yup, while I was lovable, I was a little bit of a bad doggie.