charlie
07/24/2020
This is Charlie. He’s my dog. Gordon is not the father figure Charlie needs. I asked Gordon yesterday what kind of dog we should get next time and he said, “ceramic.”
This is Charlie. He’s my dog. Gordon is not the father figure Charlie needs. I asked Gordon yesterday what kind of dog we should get next time and he said, “ceramic.”
Our house is presently overrun by dogs. We are dog-sitting and it's been kinda wild. Here are some cute profile shots of the poochies.
Shelby, the pastor's dog. Lucy, our beloved dog who isn't really ours anymore. I am so blessed to get to babysit her though.
And this is my little Bearsie Boy. He's the only one that is actually ours.
Aren't they all so cute?
I love my sweet dogs very much. Lucy is a beloved Basset Hound cross and has a most wonderful disposition. She's never had puppies, but certainly would have been a great mother.
Hannah recently bought an expensive ($35) fake dog. It's a Rottweiler puppy that "breaths." It is realistic looking, rolled up in a little ball sleeping, steadily breathing. She named him Hoot.
Hoot has a little bed that he sleeps in on Hannah's bed. On Hoot's first day here, Hannah put him to bed on her bed. Later when she went to check on him, he was gone. She mildly panicked afraid the real dogs had destroyed him. (The dogs have destroyed their share of toys.)
She got on her knees to look under the bed as that is Lucy's "private place". There was Lucy and Hoot. Motherly Lucy had Hoot in a protected spot by her chest lovingly licking him.
Our little Bear Dog has made a tasty discovery. Gordon leaves his shirts on the bedpost, (drives me crazy, but that's another story), and Bear has discovered that each shirt sports buttons. Last week Gordon had three shirts hanging there when Bear learned the joy of chewing buttons off, one by one. Gordon put one shirt on to discover it no longer had buttons. Frustrated, he sighed and grabbed the next shirt on the post. Alas, it had no buttons either. He huffed and puffed about the sorry dog and grabbed the third shirt. I cringed as I saw buttons were missing. He was not happy pet owner. (He's not exactly a happy pet owner on the best of days.)
Today he went out to buy new shirts.
I remembered the first time we left Lucy unattended. We had always left her in one of the bedrooms and puppy-proofed it before we left. She seemed to have outgrown the need to damage things, so I thought she was big enough to be left to roam the house.
When we came home, it was not a pretty sight. She had chewed three of Gordon's shoes - one mate from three pairs. Gordon uttered all kinds of threats and I feared he would send Lucy to the place where bad doggies go. He was very angry.
Later, that same day, Lucy chewed the heel off one of the shoes he had had on while we were out that morning. Gordon went as ballistic as he ever goes. When he had regained his composure from ballistic-hood, he gave me, the kids, and the dog the silent treatment.
The next morning he got ready to go buy himself some new shoes. Once his jacket was on, he realized his predicament. Standing in our bedroom doorway he said, "Valerie, what do you propose I put on my feet to go out and buy shoes?" I couldn't contain my laughter, and even he saw the humour at that point.
A couple days later he saw I had put a good pair of my black shoes in a bag to send to Goodwill. He tried to get me to keep them. I reasoned that I didn't need them and never wore them. He said, "The way we're going, give it 24 hours and you will need them."
My two furry babies, Lucy and Bear.
Lucy is an amazing dog and a poet. Here is her poem:
I am a D-O-L-L.
I have eyes of autumn brown.
I have ears of softest silk.
My teeth are like ivory.
My legs like tree trunks.
Yes, I am a D-O-L-L.
Bear's poetry isn't quite as good:
I am an S-T-U-D.
I have eyes of steely gray.
My teeth are sharp as needles.
My tail is like a curly fry.
My ears are always at attention.
Yes, I am an S-T-U-D.
However, I do think my dear Lucy is related to this spiritual dog. Lucy is a unique blend of Bassett Hound, Dachschund, and Corgi. This spiritual dog appears to be the same blend. I bet they're sisters. Lucy didn't get the religious gene though.
Do you see the striking resemblance?
Pray for Lucy, she's not where she should be with God. She doesn't pray.