Northern Beams 

“Off we go again,” Chester notes, “only this time is nighttime.”

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“I’ll follow my girl anywhere no matter what the time is,” Chester confirms.

Rachell places him in her lap as they slowly tip down the neighborhood road. After a short few minutes of cruising, they stop in a parking lot up a two lane highway. Rachell shuts of the engine and turns off the head lights. She opens the sunroof and stands in her seat. Chester is curious what she’s up to as he looks up through the opening. Rachell spans the sky seemingly looking for something particular. Chester follows her gaze and sees a display of dynamic patterns of brilliant lights that appear as curtains he has never seen before. He determines this perch makes these dynamic flickers appear before him.

“Wow, what in the world are those?” he questions.  

Rachell reaches down and picks her little man up from the passenger seat. She raises him to the edge of the sunroof to help him see the display of lights across the heavens. Chester looks at her inquisitively.

As if to read his mind, she tells him, “These are a natural spectacle we call the Northern Lights, also called the Aurora Borealis. Do you see them?” she asks.

“Yes, yes,” Chester embellishes with a wiggling head and a fast-wagging tail!

Rachell holds him tightly as she continues to watch the scenery. He loves his Rachell intensely sharing this fabulous wonderment of nature as his best buddy keeps him safely tucked in her arms.

In the peace-filled minutes here with his best buddy, Chester feels enlightened by these rays he now calls the Northern Beams.

Life is Good

Two days pass after Chester arrives at his new forever home when Rachell understands what is meant by the fact that Chester has no lower jaw and how it impacts his eating. She was feeding him hard dog food when she figures out he is swallowing the morsels whole and needs to switch to soft food. She stops by the vet clinic and gets him the best soft dog food she can find.

“What’s taking so long to prepare my food now?” Chester wonders as he watches Rachell while she mixes his food for his dinner meal. The shift from hard to soft food causes preparation time to increase significantly. First, she scoops soft food from a can. Second, she crushes a pink pill in a white porcelain mortar with a pestle and then mixes the dust into the food. She spoons a little bit of the mixture onto two of her fingers.       

“Rachell extends her fingers right in front of my mouth for me to lick food off. This has never happened before,” Chester resolves.

“In my previous home I had to get as much food as possible scarfed up before the German shepherd or the big cat swarmed my food. My caretaker did not stop them either. I am being hand fed and getting all the food I want. What a blessing to be here where Rachell pays special attention to address my needs,” he finishes.

“I never dreamed this. LIFE IS GOOD,” Chester bellows!