It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what brought us to this point. Was it the desperate bribe I offered Ellen when she was potty training? The fact that all my friends are having babies and I was feeling left out on the nurturing front? The recent trauma of bludgeoning two mice to death in the backyard? The blogpost I’d read about how getting a dog was so beneficial in the life of a little boy with autism? Truthfully it was probably a little of all of that. After many discussions, a few weeks of scrutinizing the local shelter’s website, and a few visits to meet animals we finally decided on this guy. Meet Charlie.*
The kids LOVE him. Anytime he appears they squeal, chase him around, and hurl toys at him. Not surprisingly, he hides under furniture. Sometimes I feel like doing that too when the kids are following me around, so I really can’t blame him. He’s really good natured though and never swats at that the kids or hisses, which was ultimately why he made the final cut. Well, that and I have a soft spot in my heart for black cats. We’re all warming up to each other and hoping we have many good years together.
*His shelter name was actually Cooper, but that wasn’t going to work.