Chester was rescued by my husband. I had gone to my quilting group on that Monday. When I came home, this black lab greeted me at the door. After being scared to death, my husband told me how Chester came to be with us. I reminded Gary (my husband) that we couldn't have a dog. You see I'm a longarm quilter with clients that probably wouldn't like their quilt having dog hairs or smells. Well, we found Chester a great home with our grandson Jake. When we visit them Chester greets my husband with wagging tail and kisses. Me, I get the side eye and the turn of his nose. That's the story of how Chester became 'not my best friend'.