Charles here. We like this new toy that Mom got us. We have named him Herman. He is a fun guy. No one has chewed his arms off yet, so he must be pretty strong. Though Mom got us each a new toy, Sofie and I like Herman.
She got Louise this big crunchy squeaky bat, but Sofie decided it was her’s too. In this house, Sofie kind of takes everything. It is annoying. But, I get to sit on the couch and she doesn’t so I am not going to complain too much. Well, maybe a little….
For all those that I have been unkind to, have growled at, or lunged at. For all the cats that I have menaced; all the cat poo I have eaten; all the goose poo I have rolled in; all my barking and carry on. I ask that you forgive me. I am but a simple, imperfect dog and mean no harm. Please accept my humble apology.
Louise usually holds all the leashes while I pick up stuff. But Charles just keeps marching forward.
I thread Charles’ leash on Sofie’s and Sofie’s leash on Louise; Lulu being the heaviest and the most responsible of the three.
Well, that didn’t work today.
Don’t worry, they didn’t get far. They get confused when they don’t feel the weight on the other end of the lead. I really don’t know where they would end up, but I am too afraid to find out. I would hope that it would be home, but who knows.
When there is no food involved, you would think that Sofie and Charles actually liked each other. Charles pretty much is oblivious and just wants to hang wherever the big dogs are. Sofie on the other hand really doesn’t want him around her because she worries that he will take her things and because his little dog frantic energy (zoom zoom zoom) freaks her anxious self out and she just wants him to stop.
But, for a moment or two, all is quiet. These are good moments.
It is getting ridiculously hot outside. Mom tried to walk me before the sun was up, but it was still too hot. Let Louise go with her, she likes it. Not me! I am not going out there unless I absolutely have to.
Who’s with me on this? I are going to boycott walks! NO WALKS! TOO HOT!
What kind of mischief did you get into today?
Remember parents, if you place your hand on the pavement and it is too hot for you, it is too hot for paws!
Mr. Charles weaves in and out and under the big dogs. Sometimes I get some very creative macrame knots in the leashes. The last one was really hard to undo. I tried one of those multi-leash handle things and it was terrible. The dogs don’t seem to mind the knot until they get too close to each other. Personally, I try for big dogs on the left and Lil’ on the right, but you know they have their own mind (and sniffing patterns).