“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’. ― Alfred Lord Tennyson
Category: Charlie
Don’t Eat Yellow Snow or Poop
The grand kids were over on Sunday night and the next morning mom thought I was dying … well … not really dying but you get the picture. She’s so theatrical … just ask dad. She was so sweet telling me it was going to be okay, as I was throwing up all over the…
If Your Dog is Fat, You’re Not Getting Enough Exercise
When Charlie starts barking and throwing himself at mom … it’s time for a walk. Rain, snow or extreme heat … but not hail … the beat goes on everyday @ 7am & 3pm. Wish she would teach Chaz how to put his own boots on … watching him on mom’s lap getting his little…
Let The Festivities Begin
Personally, I’m best in snow … Charlie not so much. -Jake
