Charlie's story, in the words of his momma Kay...
According to James our family was the perfect size, Cinnamoon (the
Pap),
Tinker (the Maltese), Buster (the bunny), Sam (the Cockatoo) and 10
chickens. Now I had other ideas. Every so often I would look at the
Pap
rescue pages and point out the ones that needed special care. Every
month
James would send Lori money for rescue with the message "Don't let Kay
have
a dog".
Then one day we got an e-mail from Lori telling us she needed to talk
to us.
Well, we called. She told us she had the perfect rescue for us. James
said
no; I said let us talk about it. We called Lori back and told her we
would
take Charlie.
It was arranged that Bonnie Bias would fly to
Washington DC
and bring Charlie back to us. We waited at Bonnie's neighbor's home for
Bonnie and
Charlie to arrive. (Thank you Bonnie for bringing us Charlie..)
Charlie
was
introduced to Tinker and Cinnamoon. No one attacked; that was a good
sign.
We started for home stopping along the way for a new leash and
hamburgers
for all.
Charlie quickly found his place on the couch and bed.
Charlie
came from a puppy mill with some of the issues associated with that
background. He still doesn't like going outside on the grass and he
isn't
real sure when and where he is suppose to pee, so he just tries to hold
it
unless we are not around. He is getting better in that area with lots
of
praise and treats with each success. When Charlie was rescued he had
patellae problems. Many of the PCA Rescue supporters contributed to a
fund
raising which paid for Charlie having both of his patellae's repaired.
Thank you from us and Charlie! Charlie now zooms through the house
with
Cinnamoon and leaps onto the couch and bed. It is a pleasure to see
although
I cringe when I see him take a giant leap off the bed..
Charlie did
not
have a problem with love. He is a lover. He usually wags his whole
body
with joy. Whoever is sitting down is his favorite at the time. He is
right
there in their lap. At night Charlie sleeps on a pillow by my head or
in
James' arms. He has become his daddy's little boy. But those boys are
still out numbered by us bitches.
Here are some pics of the rest of the furfamily...
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