Two years ago today, Charlie showed up in the yard while I was mowing the lawn. He was tired, dehydrated, hungry, and very sick. Debra took him to the vet and I tried to find him a home. Two weeks later we decided to keep him. He’s become a well adjusted companion, if somewhat overenthusiastic at times. He genuinely likes most people, and anybody he doesn’t like I view with some suspicion. I wonder at times if his reaction to people is based on “vibes” he picks up from Debra or me.

The dog’s a nut and an endless source of amusement. Debra and I weren’t ready for a big dog when he showed up, but now we can’t imagine life without him.