It has been fifteen months since my little Chancy Man passed. I miss him so much and when I go out in the front yard memories of him and his garden come flooding through my mind.
He loved helping us work in the yard. He would carry limbs and put them in a pile of his choosing. When we dug holes to plant something or dig weeds out. Chancy would dig holes.
To keep him from digging anywhere and everywhere I assigned him a small corner near the fence and taught him to do his digging there. It didn’t take long for him to catch on and he was proud of his garden.
He worked in his garden digging roots until he was too old and had arthritis.
In the video the little dog next door is telling him something, but Chancy is too busy getting roots out of his garden to pay him attention.
Here he is standing in a small portion of his garden. Some days I want to work in the yard and plant things. Other days not so much, it is not as much fun doing it without my little Chancy Man.
He was my buddy for sixteen years and what a blessing it was to share my life with him. I have had many dogs in my life, but none like him. He was special very smart and never let me out of his sight. And gave me many laughs.
