Age: 10 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
|Home:West Chester, PA ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Lord Charlemagne (Charley)
Chuck, Char Char, Mr. Man
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May 19th 2004
Eating/chewing, meeting new dogs, running into strangers homes and stealing things
Smoke in the air when mom burns food, rain, cleaning my ears, mom getting ready to leave in the morning, and clipping nails - just dont even try it unless you have 2 people to hold me down.
Kong, squirrel, monkey
Peanut butter - or whatever you have there in your hand
Into town where I can strut my stuff, see and be seen
Crawl, roll over, shake paw
We got a referral from the Pug Dog Club of America for a pug breeder who lives in Vermont. She had 2 pups that she didnt plan to show, so I flew up with an empty Sherpa bag to get him during hurricaine Charley ( he had his name before the hurricane). She met me at the airport with baby Chuck, who had just peed in his crate and looked very scared. When I put him in his new bag, he was fine and started playing with the stuffed frog I bought him. He slept in the bag under the plane seat on the way home. He still likes to sit in his Sherpa bag when I bring it out (see picture) .
Lord Charlemagne is Charley's official AKC registration name. Charley's parents are both champion show pugs. His dad's a real stud named Peep n' Tom, and his mom is Spring Fever. Chuck never made it in the show ring, but he's a born entertainer and a natural for the camera.
Charley has never met a person or animal he didnt get along with. He's also very good with children and also does bi-weekly visits at an Alzheimer's home in Wilmington, DE (see picture). He's constantly the center of attention and works hard to keep it that way. Chuck's ideal evening is sitting on his mom's lap chewing a bone unless he's out playing with his friends.
Im too sexy for my fur
The Groups I'm In:
Pugapalooza, The United Pug Foundation (U.P.F.)
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Which breed do you think should be Dog of the week?
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|January 26th 2006
||More than 8 years!
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February 7th 2006 6:37 pm
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growling beast with light
I bark and taunt you, fearless
vacuum monster, go!
February 7th 2006 2:26 pm
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She did it again... Im minding my business while she cooks dinner, chewing a Kong, and -- hold on- - I know that smell! Smoke in the air. Nose is starting to itch ... getting stuffy...panic ensues...there goes the oven fan...time to make my escape!
Im scratching at the front door ...Open!! I run into the outside hallway never looking back....She follows, trying to calm me down with "treats"... Hey, not falling for it, lady! Running in circles now, trying to evade her ... not going back in that burned sausage-smelling apartment .... Oh, hi there neighbor-just-getting-home, can I come hang out in your apartment? No? Too late- Im already in! She's chasing me ... fake right, run left.... Must find safe haven...
Caught. Carrying me back now... Hey lady, if you learned to cook we wouldnt have these problems. As soon as you put me down, I swear Im running back out in that hall .... Told you! Ha! Now Im running to the FAR end of the hallway. I will sit and wait out here ALL night if that's what it's gonna take.
[30 minutes later]... Hey, Im still sitting here! She's come out a few times to check on me, but hasn't successfully talked me back in .... Bumped into a couple more neighbors and tried to convince them to take me home ... Oh, wait, here she comes now to get me ...gotta run.... Darn you, hall door! Trapped. Being carried back in...
*SNIFF* ok, doesnt smell as bad in here now. But Im still peeved about the incident, so Im going to go here under the chair and sulk for a while. We really need to discuss your cooking. Im glaring and sulking as she sits on the couch... Yeah, you see me! I know you feel badly. Stop putting treats in front of me - you know Im supposed to be on a diet. I refuse to take them - not giving you the satisfaction! I'll forgive on my own terms. Im ignoring your pleas to come sit with you on the couch. Hmm...Maybe I'll take a tiny nap.
[30 minutes later]...*YAWN* ... Did I fall asleep? What happened? Why am I all the way across the room? I had a bad dream....something about burnt food. Hey, the Bachelor's on! Let me grab my Kong, I'll be right over there to sit with you....
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