I know everyone has seen Marley and Me and thought, "oh, my dogs were never like that when I was growing up! What dog would ever jump out of a moving car????" To all of you, I personally invite you into my cave where the beast Cassie lurks. Originally, my finacee Meredith bought the apartment in which we currently reside. It took some time (and a diamond) for me to really feel at home here as well. (JUST KIDDING, BABY!) Then, in June of '09, we found a cute, loving, 29 pound puppy at the dog shelter and brought her into the mix. Since that day, Meredith and I no longer have a home. We live in the presence of a monster. I'm talking poop, pee, vomit, bones, chewed up leather gloves, shoes and shampoo bottles. We have witnessed things being ingested and regurgitated (sometimes 2 weeks later) that we didn't think could fit in her mouth! On top of all of this, she is now 56 pounds, still energetic as a lightning storm, and we love her more and more every day. This may be her cave, but I kinda like it here. She kisses me all the time, she is my bodyguard, and becoming my other best friend. She also, in her favor, has eyes like a baby calf.
I know parents will tell me, "you haven't seen anything yet! Just wait till you have kids! They can actually talk!" Well, before we got the dog, the biggest warning came from my mother, who has raised 4 dogs and 4 kids in her tenure. "Charlie", she said, "you can't put a diaper on a dog..."
Peace,
Charlie
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Hi Charlie, My name is Rosemary, I'm not only Judys bookkeeper but a friend. She sent me your link. Your story sounds great. As for the dog...your nuts!!!
ReplyDeleteAfter reading your post about Cassie's chewing habits, one thought occurred to me. For the love of God, don't let her near your leg when you take it off at night. I've read enough on the Amputee Coalition of America's website to realize that "my dog ate my leg" may not go down with the insurance numbers crunchers. By the way, I never asked you if you - or any of your friends - had a dog in Djibouti? As you know, my strong preference is for cats. Love ya, Judy
ReplyDeleteDid you bring Cassie to the St. Francis Day Blessing of the Animals? Holy Water and Incense work wonders! Hope to see you and Meredith soon,
ReplyDeletePeace, Mother Marie+
St. Francis would need a little more than a day with Cassie, Marie. Next September, if she behaves, inshallah.
ReplyDeleteJudy, Dogs are not really loved in Africa, even in Djibouti, as in the United States. In Djibouti City, there are packs of wild dogs that roam the night streets. I have been chased, scared to death I might add, home on many a night after work. In Rwanda, the dogs were heard late at night in '94 eating the victims of genocide. Needless to say, not many kept at home as pets.
ReplyDeletePeace,
Charlie
Hey Charlie, Great post dear. I still remember how we use to enjoy in djibouti. God bless you dear.
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