Although I am a wonderful typist/blogger/communicator of the written word (as you know from my regular guest posts here),
there really is truly no better way to get a point across than using….
Puppy Dog Eyes!
Can you tell what I am telling Mom here?
I’m certain it is perfectly clear.
Happy Friday friends!
The wonderful weekend is almost here! Woofy wahoos for weally wong morning walks, warm fires and snuggles, and welcoming whatever the wind wishes.
Woofs & Wags,
Charlie
I’m usually a pretty laid back, easy-going kinda guy. But yesterday, I couldn’t take it any more.
Mom was busy with her job. I don’t know what she does all day. Seems she just stares at the screen of that computer thing or furiously taps on the keys or is talking to other voices through it. Sure seems rather boring to me.
But I put up with it.
While she is doing that most of the day, I can usually keep myself pretty busy. I might be doing any number of these great, fun things while she is working:
Don’t you agree that is a much better day than looking at a computer?!
One of the highlights of my day, though, is an afternoon walk. Mom and I usually do that around what she calls “lunch” time. She gets to eat AGAIN during the day for lunch. I only get breakfast and dinner. What is with that??!! But – if I get a walk, I am pretty happy. And besides, I almost always find things on the ground to eat along the way!
So yesterday, noon passed and one o’clock passed (I know this from my internal doggie clock) and then two o’clock passed. Mom was still staring at that computer, and we had not gone for a walk. I knew my friend, Kitty, was probably worried and wondered where we were, and I was getting a little “antsy.”
I started to pace.
Mom ignored me.
I licked her bare foot.
She shooshed me away.
I jumped in her lap!
Aha! Now I have your attention lady!
She laughed and told me to be patient and wait a few more minutes.
So I waited… for what seemed like an eternity (about 20 seconds), and then I just had to do it….
I BARKED!
I rarely bark. No need for such noisy jabber, but sometimes…..
when no other hints or tactics work……
You just have to bark.
Mom laughed. She really did need a break.
And we went for a walk.
And I got to tell Kitty all about how the barking worked.
Kitty is going to see if barking works at Kitty’s house too.
You might like to try it too…
at your house
if all else fails,
and you really need…
a walk.
Woofs & Wags,
Charlie
I LOVE Donuts! Have you guys ever tried them?
Here I am in one of my favorite napping spots on the love seat on my sherpa fleece blankie with my blueberry donut.
I just got this new flavor. It’s quite delish and squeaky and fun! These donuts can be found in a multitude of places throughout my home and yard. Aren’t I the lucky one!?!!?!
I have already had two chocolate and one cherry donut, and I would really, really, Really, REALLY love this glazed one! HINT HINT – will you please tell my Mom? (or maybe our friends at ZippyPaws will see this and send me one for sharing the love!) Paws crossed!!!
One of my favorite things in the entire world to do is play. Play follows closely behind my other favorite things in the whole wide world: breakfast and dinner and walks.
Here are my favorite things to do with a donut:
Donuts are wonderful!
I did, however, see and smell something different in the house the other day…..
My family was eating these donut-like things called Paczki (pronounced punch-key – WHAAAT???!!) in honor of Fat Tuesday. Sheesh – any excuse for a sweet in this house! Hey – they didn’t share….. I wonder if they tasted as good as my donuts……?
Woofs & Wags,
Charlie
Nick & Charlie 1/31/16
When I moved into my new home six months ago, not only did I get a new mom and and dad, I also got two new brothers (and a sister-in-law and a really nice girlfriend). My brother Nick lives here, and we have sure become buddies.
My brother Jake is married, so he doesn’t live here with us, but I really love when he comes to visit. I will never forget my first day in my new home. Jake came over to meet me right away that first day. He couldn’t wait to meet me, and even though I was very shy back then, I will always remember and appreciate his warm, loving welcome.
Funny to think back those six months ago when I was so afraid and skeptical of people. My how life has changed. I now welcome visitors, have lots of friends, and even enjoy sitting with my brother sometimes in the evening while watching television.
Moms and Dads are great, but Brothers…. they sure are the best!
Woofs & Wags,
Charlie
(apologies for blurry photo – taken in the dark with iPhone – couldn’t resist capturing!)
Hi Friends! Charlie here.
I was really anxious to introduce you to one of my new BFFs, so Mom let me guest post again today. Yippee!!!
“Kitty” is one of my friends I look forward to seeing on my walks with Mom.
We met about two weeks ago, and now we look forward to seeing each other almost every day.
We live about a mile or so apart, but I know when I am getting close to Kitty’s house. I start pulling Mom looking to the other side of the street where Kitty lives, and Kitty comes running out from the porch to the edge of the yard to see me.
Oh how fun it is to sniff and cuddle and visit my friend!
I’ve heard some people say silly things like “fighting like cats and dogs,” and I just don’t get it….
Who wants to fight when we can be friends?!
Cat/Dog… Black/White… Male/Female…Republican/Democrat… Christian/Jew… Rich/Poor… Young/Old… Tall/Short… Thick/Thin…
Why can’t we all just be friends?!
Woofs & Wags,
Charlie
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I finally got Mom out of the house yesterday at lunch time to take a walk and play in the snow!
It has been so cold here, she doesn’t even want to take walks!
And when she does – oh brother – what a production! All the layers she puts on!
I just pace around her waiting impatiently as she layers on thermal long johns, socks, hooded sweatshirt, coat, gloves, shoes. Let’s get this show on the road!
Then she makes me wear this hand-me-down Sherpa coat from Mikey. It fits quite well, but I try to shake it off about every 20 steps. I usually get distracted however. There are so many good things outside to see, smell, hear, eat…. friends to visit – people, dogs, cats – along the way.
And now there is this new stuff…. SNOW!
Oh how fun is snow?!
It is white and bright and cold and fluffy and I can make tracks in it and run and make it spray, and there are smells buried under it, and sometimes it is even fun to slide when there is ice under it.
What a blast!
Do you have snow? We just have about two inches as of yesterday. Just the right amount to frolic in! (and sticks taste extra delicious cold and icy and are really fun to fetch!)
Wishing you a Happy Snow Day or whatever kind of day you are having! As Mom would say…. “Cherish the Moments!” I sure am!
Woofs and Wags,
Charlie
Mom finally baked some cookies the other day!
It’s been weeks!
She said we had plenty of them over the holidays and needed a break.
But my brother and my Dad and I kept looking around for some and commenting about no cookies being around, so Mom broke down and made some.
YIPPEE SKIPPEE!
This is how I sit with my Dad when “we” are eating cookies. Mom calls this my look of “anticipation.” (and I have no clue what that double chin thing going on is there in this very unflattering photo! Oh Mom!!)
My Dad is very nice and almost always shares…. not as much as I’d like…. but even a crumb is worth waiting for!
Have you had my Mom’s cookies?! Though I must say, I’d wait just the same for a stale cracker, but that’s besides the point…
It is very important that I do not take my eyes off of Dad’s mouth OR the cookie, so I watch very attentively. It requires a “very particular set of skills” that I have honed. When I do this, he remembers I am there and remembers to share.
Anyway – not only are we happy, but Mom also shared some of these cookies with a couple of my best friends: Cliff the mailman and Mike the UPS man. They both stopped by to visit me the day she baked them, so they got to take some with them after our visit too. They are both so nice and always share cookies with me, so I guess it is only fair – right?! At least that is what Mom says.
And if I am smart enough to know which side my bread is buttered on, I better agree!
Woofs & Wags from your buddy,
Charlie
Dear Santa –
Charlie here.
I am soooo excited for Christmas!
I have been a very good boy this year – my first year of life.
(Well – most of the time anyway!)
I would be so happy if I could have the following things for Christmas
(and everyday if it’s not too much to ask).
Most of these things cost no money – they just require a little time and love.
I hope you will make my Christmas wish list come true.
May I please have:
12 sticks to chew on
11 games of tug
10 games of fetch
9 belly rubs
8 ear scratches
7 naps in the sunshine
6 zoomie runs around the house
5 GOLDEN BONES
4 scraps to fall on the kitchen floor
3 doggie treats
2 walks per day
and
1 warm, happy, loving home to live in.
Thank you, Santa, for whatever you can provide.
Sincerely and with much love,
Charlie
PS My mom says this reminds her of another Christmas song….
Try as I may, I just can’t handle my licker!
Do any of you have this problem?
This is mine and my dad’s chair. I keep it warm and snuggly during the day for him, and we sometimes share it in the evenings (mostly when he is having snacks!)
We have this special pillow our friend, Jill, made for us one Christmas. It is perfect for Dad and me. Dad can be a little “grinchy” at Christmas time (he admits it himself!), and I am like his very friendly companion, Max who likes to lick him to make him happy.
Sometimes people get annoyed with my licking…
Like my brother when I lick his feet while he is sitting at his desk,
or my Dad when I try to give him licks right on the lips after a long walk and taste testing of “treasures” along the way!
Or like sweet babies that lay on the floor on my spot under the Christmas tree,
Or like the mailman who takes some time to sit on the porch with me to let me know how nice people can be…
And just last evening, Dad had a friend stop by, and I jumped right up on him and gave him a big slurpy lick!
Really – just about anyone who comes to visit gets a lick or two or three or five hundred.
Mom says it is hard to believe that just four short months ago, when I first got adopted and moved in here, I would have cowered away from anyone with my tail between my legs and the hair up on my back. Seems like ancient history to me really. I’ve come to learn there are lots and lots of kind, loving people in the world, and it is WONDERFUL!
Mom understands and knows these licks are usually just “doggie kisses.” Right?!?
BUT….. (there’s always a but – eh?)
Remember the watercolor forsythia card she made a few weeks ago?
Well, she had it on the floor as she was going to try scanning it, and well….
Yikes!
It WAS on the FLOOR!
Watercolor paint does not taste very good. Just sayin’.
It does kind of make a beautiful abstract – whadayathink???
(doggie sigh)
Sorry! I just can’t handle my licker!
Slurpy, Sloppy Doggie Kisses,
Charlie
Hi Friends –
Mom finally took a break from blabbering about Winsor and Newton Prussian Blue to allow me to get a word in edge wise! Shheeesh!
How have you all been?
Well…. enough about you…
Can you believe I have been in my new home three months now?
I am really settling in and feeling comfortable.
Comfortable enough to reach up onto the kitchen counter when something yummy smelling is within reach….
Comfortable enough to snag Dad’s soft and fluffy slipper and take out in the yard to play with and pull all the stuffing out of…
Comfortable enough to find my voice and “Rooooofff” when Mom isn’t quick enough to get her shoes on when she mentions we are going for a walk, and I have already waited an antagonizing 15-20 seconds…
Comfortable enough to grumble at Dad when he tries to roll over when I am snuggled up by his feet prohibiting him from moving in the middle of the night because I am cold and Mom and Dad’s bed is so much warmer than mine….
Comfortable enough for Mom to let me off my leash when I see my neighbor, Jim, so I can run to him and jump up and kiss him right on the lips because I am so happy to see him….
Comfortable enough to “drop it” when Mom tells me to – even though I want to play tug with my favorite toy…
Comfortable enough to wait patiently in the yard while Mom and Dad leave in their car and truck, watching the leaves blow until they come home again….
It’s a good life…
A dog’s life…
My life.
Woofs and Wags,
Charlie
the creative life in between 