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Our late chow, Chia, was always such a lady and never would even stop into a water puddle, much less mud. Our current little diva, Tempest, thinks that everything's an adventure created just for her. She goes headfirst into snowbanks, puddles and whatever...

We always laugh at our chowkids when the snow is that hard. Tempest tends to do one of two things, she'll either try to bite off bits of it and then stand there and eat it while staring at you, or she'll plow right through it like the prow of a great big ship. Ming, on the other hand, likes to find ...

Even though we, too, are new to this sight, we've been reading it for awhile and feel that we've grown to know quite a few of you... Losing a chowkid is more painful than we could have imagined, and while the pain never really goes away, you learn to concentrate on the fun things and the sheer joy t...

Thanks, everyone, for the welcome. We've had at least one chowkid for years (lost our first a year+ ago due to cancer, very unexpectedly and horrendously upsetting), but currently have two, Emperor Ming and Something-something-something Tempest (can't remember the whole name, but it's long). And, do...

Our male red chow, Emperor Ming, sneezes periodically. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of mocking him and now when he sneezes and then I sneeze, he'll do it again just for the attention. Our female black chow, Tempest, doesn't sneeze at all...