Charlie

I love my dog. He is like my first child. I look forward to seeing him when I get home and I love cuddling up with him. He is so mellow and fun to just hang out with. Joe mentioned last night that when he first moved in that Charlie wanted nothing to do with him. He didn't get excited when Joe came home and wouldn't go to him when called. Now though Charlie gets excited when Joe comes to the door and in the morning when he knows that I am leaving he will even scratch at Joe's door to be let in to cuddle with him. It is like Joe has joined Charlie's pack.

He is like a little person. He sleeps in the bed with us and he lays his head on the pillows and stretches out like an old man. I don't have any pictures of it but I am going to try to capture the cuteness the next time I have a camera handy. He is getting old and we are not sure exactly how old he is so I am starting to really cherish the time that we spend together. When we first rescued him from the pound his face was all black in his muzzle. Now that he is older he is starting to turn all grey. Mom just loves him too. Every time Charlie comes over to visit he gets all kinds of treats: cheese, beef jerky, sandwhich meat, whatever she can find for him!

Mom and Dad had gone with Gpa to some steakhouse and they brought home leftovers. While Troy and I were playing ping pong Charlie "found" these bones. He chomped on these things for probably a good hour. He even brought it to the grass so he could sun while enjoying his treat.