Chloe report

            
             There are many times in life when people say, "This is the best thing that ever happened to me." Well, the time when I said that was when I got my dog Chloe. In this essay, I am going to tell you about my relations with Chloe's previous owner, how I got Chloe, and how Chloe adjusted to her new surroundings. But first, let me give you an idea of what Chloe looks and acts like.
             Chloe is a very small dog. She is a Yorkie, Maltese mix with mostly black fur, and a tan under belly and legs. Her fur is very long and curly in winter but come summer we have it all chopped off. She has long floppy ears that hang almost to the ground. She has a little stub tail that wiggles like crazy when someone walks in the door. Chloe has a very complex mind for a dog. She can tell me when she is tired, hungry, thirsty, angry, or if she just has to go outside and take a leak. She has been through training courses with me and knows how to sit, lie down, shake, play dead, roll over, and spin around in circles on her hind legs. Her hobbies are sleeping, acting like she can take any dog on in the neighborhood, and running around the house until the sound of her dog tag drives everyone crazy. .
             Now that I have given you an idea of what my dog is like, let me tell you about her previous owner. Over the summer two years ago I started cutting grass around my neighborhood for the older people who couldn't do it. I never charged them anything but they always paid me. I became exceptionally close to one of the ladies, her name was Patricia Anne Osban but I called her Patty. I started going over there almost everyday and helping her out around her house and playing cards and scrabble with her. .
             She had a dog, named Chloe, who was the light of her life. Patty loved this dog to death and I became particularly close to her, too. One day, Patty and I sat down and started writing her will cause she was getting scared she was going to pass away.