Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner...


 Our bulldog, Charlie is an idiot. You want to hate him but you just can't. He is absolutely beautiful and looks just like UGA. His eyes are lined in black, he has a tongue that is at LEAST seven inches long when he pants and has to scrub up next to you any time he walks by. I wear black pants or a black skirt to work and he makes it his mission to get as much of his white hair on them as possible before I get out of the house for work. He must think he is a cat and I am his scratching post.  I have another male dog, a boxer. Ham sits straight as an arrow and at full attention. He looks like he is in the Dog military at all times. He looks like he is ready for a drill Sargent to come in and scream "Drop and give me fifty!"

On the other hand, Charlie seems to be deaf as a post and always late to the game. The front door bell will ring and my boxer takes off for it. Charlie hears the vibration of Ham's bark and scrambles out from under my king size bed (his man cave that Ham can't squeeze into) and takes off for the kitchen door . He gets there and barks for a few seconds and then scrambles back upstairs to the front door.


Maybe he is smarter than I think (most probably not) and realizes it may be a diversion and the enemy is actually attacking from the kitchen using the front door bell as a decoy  Either way...he gets there when he can.
As of late he has taken to slumping in the corner by the kitchen and  dining room beside the door to the garage.

"Nobody puts baby in the corner" but Charlie drops and plops right in it.

 That way he can either be right by the kitchen door or closer to the living room. It's only four steps up to the living room as opposed to nine steps down from the bedroom.

Besides being an idiot, he runs like a Grandma and even "I" could beat him in a foot race (and he has four feet.)
I have to admit his legs are like little white match sticks ... it's like he is running on little white pegs. We have replaced his rabies tag with a Life Alert tag. He can touch it with his  seven inch tongue and let us know he has "Fallen and can't (or doesn't want to) get up!"

He does have his spurts of energy...like when he couldn't see out of the privacy fence gate and spent an entire day gnawing away at the gate until he chewed a hole big enough to stick his fat head through.


When Ham sits or  even sleeps he just looks like a stud! When Charlie sits he looks like a total doofus. His sleeping position is even more pitiful. On his back, mouth wide open , tongue hanging out and snoring like Otis Campbell sleeping one off in the Mayberry jail.

 When sitting... his legs are splayed  to one side. He has one tooth  sticking out of his mouth from his bottom choppers and his tongue wagging in the wind like a pink flag and on special occasions has his red thing out too.

But you know what?
 It's that freaky, funky wacky part of his personality that just MAKES you love him ...you just can't help it. When he looks at you with his one wandering eye or  scrubs up next to you like he is a cat,  leaving a trail of white hair on your clothing,  or runs as fast as his little peg legs will go to the wrong door when a door bell rings...you just gotta love the little guy!

He's a short bus dog but I love him!

Til next time...glad  my dog's can't read my blog but glad they are both loved!   COTTON

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