Chelsea is my beloved Springer Spaniel. Sadly, she passed away on February 9, 2007 at the age of 13. She was a wonderful dog—perfectly sarcastic, infinitely bright and immeasurably loving.
When we lived in New York City, we’d spend hours in the park or parading up and down Broadway. It was on these strolls and through her doggy cuteness that I met the characters who defined our neighborhood—the people who would become the basis of much of my personal narrative. In that respect, I credit Chelsea—more so than my mother, who taught me the nuances of the English language, or than my father, whose work as a journalist has served as my reason to follow in his footsteps—for my inspiration to write.
Some people ask me if I’m going to change my URL to “mydogwaschelsea.com,” but the truth is that no matter what, Chelsea is, and will always be, my dog.
4 responses so far ↓
1 Lisa // Apr 26, 2007 at 5:19 am
She’s a beautiful dog. I love that your blog is honoring her.
She would be very happy, I’m sure!
I’m hoping to live in NYC at some point.
Well, just stopping by, because I am trying out this Cutline theme and was reading the comments on the Cutline site. That’s how I came across you.
2 Lynn // Jun 1, 2007 at 7:25 pm
I’m sure I would have loved Chelsea.
3 Russell // Jan 23, 2008 at 9:53 pm
I’m Laura’s cousin and Chelsea was an awesome dog!
4 Carol // May 15, 2008 at 10:49 pm
I had a dog names Jack–a springer–your blogs in honor of Chelsea made me cry. Jack was 15 when he passed on–I still miss him and it has been over three years.
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