I had the funeral and the ceremonial flush down the same toilet that Mary Lou was buried in (the only one I have), and continued focusing my attention to my new puppy Charlie.
Charlie is the happiest dog alive. He loves everyone he meets and everyone he has yet to meet. Yes, that even means you. He loves you so much.
I got Charlie from a rescue outside of San Marcos called Love for Paws Rescue. His mother, a Schnauzer, arrived at the rescue pregnant with Charlie and the identity of his father is a mystery. But all I needed was to see this picture to fall in love:
See what I mean? I literally fell asleep staring at his picture the night before I was to get him. Which actually was the very day I saw the picture for the first time. It was all I needed. This photo is as if he new he was supposed to be cute in this picture and posed like he sees in cartoons. Well, it worked. Brava, Charlie, Brava!
When I brought him home that night, I immediately took a few photos of him. From the pic I had no idea how big he was. My biggest surprise is that he's so long. Which I love actually because when I hold him he curls up around my shoulder like a baby.
Though we've had our bumps along the way:
We have certainly have loads of fun!
(Cameo by Allie the Alligator/German Shepard!)
He is nine months now and I had yet to formally introduce him here. So this is my introduction.
Introducing Charlie...
