One Year Later…

One year ago today we took a drive from Hartford, Tennessee to Knoxville. We left earlier in the day than we needed to, but we were a little excited. It had been a year since we had lost our beloved Bailey B. and we were ready for a new canine companion. It just so happened that Charlie B. was in the market for a new family.

Talk about being in the right place at the right time, this wild-haired, energetic tasmanian devil was just what our family needed. In a way it does not feel as though we have had him for a year already, but at the same time it feels as if we have had him forever. He is such a fun dog to have around, and I sure am glad he is a part of our family.

When we picked him up we were told that he was right at a year old, so we decided to make his adoption day his birthday. Soooo, Happy 2nd Birthday, Charbie! Here’s to many, many more…


Walking with Charbie

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.  ~Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912

Charbie absolutely loves the beach. He is such a happy boy out there running around in the sand, digging up shells and chasing waves. He especially loves “Shelly,” the large white clam shells. He runs from Shelly to Shelly, making sure he says hello to each one, while trying to decide which one he wants to take home. One could make himself dizzy following Charbie’s paw prints around in the sand. Every morning when we come home from our walk, he has sand on his nose and Shelly in his mouth, and he is just as proud as can be. I think what I love best is the look he gives me as we are heading back to the house. The look that says ‘hey, that was fun, thanks for taking me along.’ If only he knew that I enjoy our walks together just as much as he does…     

The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog.  ~Ambrose Bierce


Charbie the Wander Dog

I don’t have much experience with dogs.

I do know this, though. Charbie is insane. Completely. Insane.

Never in my life have I met such a character. This dog snuffles everything. Grass. Dirt. Rocks. Shoes. He snuffles the cat constantly. He eats cat food and cat treats and cat toys. And sometimes even the cat. He loves Remington so much that as soon as he is done snuffling him, he love-nibbles up and down his back. He follows this up with some more snuffling, just for good measure. (Don’t tell Remi that I told you this, but I think he secretly enjoys it. I have watched that cat sneak up onto the couch and slide under Charbie’s chin so he could lay with him. Remington knows perfectly well that nothing, and I mean NOTHING, lies beside Charbie without being snuffled. And if the snuffling involves Remi, then nibbles are sure to follow.)

He is also a hoarder. I think he has close to a dozen tennis balls by now. He started out with a couple, and now he snags every one he can find. Even those that were intended for, oh, I don’t know, tennis. I am pretty sure that he counts his stash throughout the day to ensure that nobody is stealing his balls. He then throws said balls around the house and chases them. I often catch him batting one around while another is still in his mouth. He also enjoys dissecting stuffies.

I pick up his toys and he immediately pulls them all back out again. I wash the windows and he follows behind me smearing his nose all over them. (And yes, I am pretty sure he does this on purpose.) I stand up from the couch and he steals my warm spot before I have a chance to sit back down again. His latest accomplishment is photo-bombing. The dog should seriously receive an award for his skills.

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Our little photo-bomber. Yes, he is part cow. Grazing is one of his favorite past times.

Most mornings he wakes me up by trying to push one of his toys into my hand. Or shoving his face under my hand so that I will pet him. Or dropping his chew bone on the floor. (Over and over and over again.) Or stepping on my bladder or chewing on his toenails or playing tag with Remington P. Cat. My favorite part of the morning is making the bed because I never know what is going to fall out of it. I usually find a ball or two, a squeaky pig, a kong and a slobbery tuggy. All failed attempts at waking me up.

He seems to think that he is the coolest thing since shirt pockets and that everyone in the world wants to be his friend.

And he would be right.

I have a confession to make: Remington P. Cat is not the only one who enjoys Charbie’s love-nibbles. He is so sweet and dainty about it and while he is showering me with unmistakable affection, he is looking up at me with those big brown eyes that just melt my heart. There is absolutely no doubt about it. I am in love with this little dog.

I don’t have much experience with dogs.

I do know this, though. Charbie is perfect. Absolutely. Perfect.

(And, yes, completely insane…)

Life with Charlie B.

Two weeks ago today we were in Knoxville picking up Charlie. I cannot even begin to tell you how wonderful it has been having Charlie around. He is quite the character. Curiosity is his main trait. He runs from window to window watching everything: birds, cars that come and go, the kids playing, other campers, squirrels. Nothing gets by him. He is such a smart boy, and very funny. He dances for treats, goes potty with a ball in his mouth, inches his way between us when we are going to bed, drops his toys behind the couch and then slithers under it to retrieve them, turns into the Tasmanian Devil when he plays in the water. He even loves Remington P. Cat, although he does tend to snuffle Remi a tad too much from time to time. We cannot help but smile every time we look at him, his wild and crazy nose hairs going every which way. He has officially inherited Bailey B.’s middle name, Boy, so he is now affectionately known as Charlie B.


Introducing Charlie!

Meet Charlie, the newest member of our traveling family! He is a beautiful little pooch about a year old. He is part Miniature Schnauzer, part Jack Russell Terrier, and part Tasmanian Devil. And he is absolutely perfect.

We knew we were getting ready for a new dog to join our family, but we hadn’t come across the right one until we saw this face online on Saturday. We just knew he was the one for us, and we were so excited about him that we drove halfway to Knoxville on Saturday night, before we even had a reply to our inquiring email. We were sure that we would receive a call any minute and we wanted to be ready to go meet him.

But we did not receive a call, or an email, and it was getting late, so we decided to head home. We assumed we were too late and he had already gone to a new home. We were both happy for him and a little disappointed at the same time.

Sunday morning, just as I was about to head out on my run, Rob checked email and told me that we had a message from Charlie’s dad. Rob assured me that if we were allowed to go meet Charlie, he would come pick me up mid-run so we could go back to Knoxville. As it turned out, we were invited to go meet Charlie, but we had to wait until the afternoon when his owner was off work.

We still headed to Knoxville earlier than necessary. I guess you could say we were a little excited. Normally we don’t have any trouble at all passing time, but Sunday was the slowest day in the history of man. We were convinced that 4:30 would never come, and we had to fight the urge to spend the day waiting on his porch.

We fell in love with Charlie almost instantly. He was happy and energetic, just what we were looking for. Even his size was perfect. I am grateful that his owner trusted us to take good care of him.

I must confess, though, that I had a lump in my throat as we led him away. I remembered leaving the farm and having to find homes for our sheep and chickens, barn cats and ducklings. I remembered standing in the driveway and watching my animals drive down the road without me, and how much it hurt to let them go. And I felt guilty. But I also knew that we would be giving Charlie our very best, and somehow, that made it better.

We have had Charlie now for a little over 24 hours, and he truly is a wonderful dog. He is a fast learner, very sweet and extremely playful. He is absolutely perfect.