Hey my peeps! Charlie here, but you can call me Chuck... My peeps left me home alone again today. They went ice-skating, again! Ggrrrrrrrrrrrr! Ruf! Okay that's not helping anyone! Darn. (Whimper, whimper...) You wanna go outside? Oh yes I do! Do I ever so want to go outside! Get out there then puppert! I love Cat... She rocks... I'll have another group of pictures posted sometime this week.
See you later poodle-nator!
- Chuck
Oh yeah! one more thing! Do you think I should go and legally change my name to Chuck? Or should I just stay Charlie? Comment!
Help me decide!
- Charlie, Chuck... Whoever I am
As you should all know, the 4th of July is right around the corner! Yay! Yay! Yay! The only part I don't like about the 4th of July, are the big booms... I know excactly what you're thinking! "How could he possibly not like something about the 4th of July?" Have you forgotten? I'm a dog! I still haven't figured out what the big booms are generated from! The only thing I do know about them is that: Hi guys! Humans are so weird... I just got back from cowering under a table while Cat, Alex, and Ara were hitting balloons back and forth, and diving for them! I don't think I've ever seen anyone face-planting to get anything, especially nothing as trivial as a balloon! Not worth the bruises, is what I think. But... then again, these people are very random, and... Just ... Dumb! What's wrong with them? Every time I was hit by a balloon, or when one came near me, they'd: (Blech!) I'm (cough! gag!) back! I just (hack!) came back (gurgle!) from licking Alex's feet. disgus- (choke!) -ting little boy! (cough! hack!) Okay I think all of Alex's foot germs are off of my tongue now, thank god! Hiccup! ... Darn ... Hi Charlie here! But you can call me Chuck... Today is a lazy day... I'm at home and Cat is out ice skating... *Whine* They left me here... alone... defenseless... Ohhhh! ... Squirrel! Run, run, run, run, pant, stop pant, run! I missed it! Darn! I hate squirrels... See you later my people just got home. OMG! While I was on my walk with Cat, I saw the cutest poodle EVER. A french poodle too... Black as night, well groomed, trimmed claws... Being walked on a camouflage leash, tough girl... I like that... I barked and asked her if she was free Saturday night... And she had the scariest low-pitched bark ever. Then I realized "she" was a boy. Iiiikkkkkk! I mean really! Iiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkk!!! Luckily I'm still dating Coco, my master's friend Katie's dog. She is a blonde labradoodle, so at least I get some poodle in there. But Coco is being torn between me and this other dog Yippie. Yippie lives with Coco, so she knows him better. But I think she still likes me more. I mean I'm from Mexico! I may be a little round in the gas tank but I'm hot! And Yippie's just cute... I saw a hawk in a nearby tree later on our walk, and I barked at it until I realized it was a grackle, you know, those black birds you see everywhere? So it went kind of like this: |