Then, I called him. "Charlie, come!"
He started out slowly, but built up some speed. He ran so fast his floppy little ears caught the wind. "C'mon, buddy!"
"Who's my good dog? Who is?"
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Charlie, Come!
It started out innocently enough. He was just hanging out in the backyard, kind of dirty, looking around.
Then, I called him. "Charlie, come!"
He started out slowly, but built up some speed. He ran so fast his floppy little ears caught the wind. "C'mon, buddy!"
"Who's my good dog? Who is?"
Then, I called him. "Charlie, come!"
He started out slowly, but built up some speed. He ran so fast his floppy little ears caught the wind. "C'mon, buddy!"
"Who's my good dog? Who is?"
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I kind of want to tie his floppy ears up in a bow. Is that wrong?
Not wrong at all. Sometimes I tuck his ears back into his collar because he looks so funny and aerodynamic that way.
Cute!
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