The greatest day of my life was when we brought home our family dog, Charlie. One of the hardest parts about going away to school was leaving the little guy behind. We all fear that we’ll lose them when we leave. I’ve always remembered the movie My Dog Skip when it comes to this sore topic. If you’re not familiar with My Dog Skip maybe Marley & Me brings back the rush of emotional tears. It’s a hard topic to deal with since we get so connected to them.
On a lighter note, we spoil our pets. It’s in our human nature to baby our babies. In our house it’s taken to a whole new level.
Household Rules (Regarding Charlie)
1. Most mornings my mother finds it necessary to open my bedroom door (which almost always wakes me up) to allow him in. She sets a blanket out beside my bed, so he has a place to sleep (his favorite past time). The other morning I woke up to her digging under my bed, moving my personal things out of the way so he could have a place to lie down. Needless to say I was not pleased with her touching my things.
2. In our house Charlie comes first. Charlie gets fed kibble 3 times a day, breakfast time, dinner time, and snack time. When he finds it is time to eat, he reminds us by taking his bowl and throwing it in the air, lying with his paws in the bowl, while either licking or chewing on it until someone caves. I guess my families just easy because we all cave. It is a common rule in my house that if you have toast you must save the last bite for him, if you don’t my mother will actually go in the kitchen and find something to make it up to him.
3. Recently, I mentioned that Charlie has a throne of a bed. Well I failed to mention his other sleeping spots that are almost completely dedicated to him. My bed is by far his favorite and every time he curls up I feel the need to take pictures, because he’s just the cutest boy I’ve ever seen in my life. He also has a recliner downstairs in our den along with a couch, Charlie’s chair and Charlie’s couch. Nobody uses either of them except him, they are Charlie’s.
4. In our house nobody, NOBODY, is allowed to have ice-cream without giving Charlie a scoop. It doesn’t matter on the flavor, he must have a bite or you will be severely punished. (Desserts are a major issue in our house, I’ve begun a whole entry dedicated to this topic, and it is soon to be released.)
5. He gets special trips to the dump each week, of course, so he can smell all those wonderful smells. He also enjoys trips to the bank (to get his special bank treat) and long walks in the woods.
6. Charlie will not, under any circumstance (expect his tragic case of pneumonia) go to sleep without some sort of doggy treat. Then he must be tucked into his throne.
7. One must not throw away Charlie’s toy scraps. These are his toys, he worked hard to make them what they are today, scraps. As children, my sister and I were forced to get rid of toys if we no longer played with them, this is not the case for the baby.
8. Recently, Charlie was tragically struck by pneumonia. With this came pill time. Like a child, Charlie makes pill time impossible. He likes to spit the pill out. It’s a game, so he can have more treats. The trick to the game is sticking it in peanut butter on white bread, he can’t pick it out and my mom insists that he only likes white bread.
9. One must sing, “It’s Charlie’s birthday, go Charlie! It’s your birthday!” when he is rolling around on his back. It seems ridiculous, but my sister and I are almost guaranteed to belt it out. Another obnoxious thing we like to do is the cat call at him, since he’s definitely hot stuff.
These are just the top ridiculous things we do for our baby. Being a boomerang has its ups and downs but at least I get to see him almost every day. He’s getting old. It’s sad, just thinking about it makes me choke. We have to make arrangements to meet his age, now he no longer can jump up on the couch, so one of us will almost always sit on the floor with him. I don’t want to get emotional so I’ll just say if you don’t like the baby, I may just hold a grudge.
Welcome to my World,