Leave a bone for charlotte ♥ Nicknames: Detour, Sister, Charlie, CJ, Toes, Charlie-Pants, Barley Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mutt
-pound dog
Birthday: August 1st 2004 Likes: Mom, the frisbee, Mom's "stay at home pants," swimming, critical thinking, butt-scratches, the frisbee, hiking, bike rides, the frisbee, and also the frisbee. Pet-Peeves: Livestock that is moving in the wrong direction, thermometer up the bum, Pearlie the cat if she's outside (I only like cats to be INside, thank you very much.) Favorite Toy: It's all about my tennis ball. What? You don't have a ball? I'm not talking to you. Favorite Food: Right now we eat California Natural. But I prefer steak. With a side of steak. And steak sauce. Favorite Walk: In MT- Cottonwood Canyon, Hyalite, and the Madison River. In CO- Waremburg open space. In WA- Point-no-Point beach, Clear Creek trail, and anywhere swim-able with soft sand. Best Tricks: It is clicker madness around here- I've got lots of neat tricks! I also have lots of frisbee tricks! Mom says I'm super duper smart so I have to always be learning something. Next up: Global Warming! Arrival Story: My Gotcha Day: May 1, 2005. One day the lady who became my mom went to the humane society in Bozeman, Montana, "just to look." She was "just looking" for a best buddy; somedog who would be by her side through thick and thin, somedog who wanted to go hiking and swimming and camping and snuggling. She was "just looking" at the smallish-medium dogs, so I wiggled myself small and showed her that I could be a 55 pound lap dog.
I was very obnoxious about it. The people in the shelter practically begged her to to take me. I was just 9 months old, and I barked and barked, so no one else looked at me. Mom knew that I just needed a new chance, so she took me. I'm from an "ooops" litter of a working 'houla mom and a mystery dad. The people who had me first kept all the puppies but me.
The saying is true: one man's trash is another (wo)man's treasure. Mom and I are pretty much glued at the hip and we wouldn't have it any other way. I've gone from being a wild obnoxious brat to a pretty gosh darn good dog, if I do say so myself. Bio: Look in the dictionary under "accident-prone." Do you see that? There's my picture! That's me! There I am! Look!
Aw, I don't need that toe/leg/ear/eye/rib/throat anyway! Forums Motto:
funniest thing i do: i am a very serious dog. But for some reason, Mom laughs when I am stalking the neighbor's pink yard flamingo. Its not funny. Its serious.
Yes, that's right. My mom is totally worthless. Well, almost. She is very good at throwing the ball. And at scratching my bum-ola. And okay, yes, she does feed me and scoop my poo and pull grass out of my bum after I graze and it is dangling. But hellOOOOOOOOO..... my diary has been neglected for months and that does not make me happy.
What does make me happy, on the other hand, is this rain we're getting. Well, kind of. See, I do not like to make poop in the back yard during or after a rain, because my little toes get wet with icky poo water, but I do like to run in the park in the rain, because puddles make me muddy and pouncy, and that is a good thing.
This morning, Dad snuggled me a little longer than usual and pet Wilbur longer than usual and Pearl let him pet her longer than usual. Then he and Mom and Auntie D loaded up the car with Dad's seabags and away they went. I have a feeling he might be gone a while.
Mom said he's going to live in a big desert for a year and that we will have to send him lots of puppy love, because he'll miss us! He's going to be in a pretty safe country, as far as countries in that part of the world go, so we're not worried about him at all (except for the part where bacteria and ickiness might take over his bathroom without Mom around- and his dishes might pile up in the sink so high that he won't be able to get out of his house), but we are going to miss him!
It's SO FUN to wiggle Dad out of bed every morning! I just wiggle and squirm and kick and lick and FINALLY he scoots over enough so that I can spoon with Mom. I'm really going to miss licking his armpits. I KNOW he'll miss that, too.
Anyway, if you could please send my dad some extra wags and licks, that'd be great! I don't know what he's going to do without us!
My diary has been neglected lately, because my transcriptionist has been paying more attention to her blog than to mine. TOTALLY unfair, if you ask me, but at least she's not taking time to write in BOTH of them every day. That would leave precious little time for important things, like walks, snacks, frisbee catching, belly rubs, games of fetch, and swimming in the ponds. ALSO, Mom has been bathing doggies part time at Levi's mom's grooming place, which means when she gets home, she wants to play with us instead of writing in our diaries. Smart of her, I think. Otherwise I'd have to pull out the Obnoxious Char suit, and you really don't want me to do that.
