It’s true. Charlie’s got a shadowy side.
He’s just a big softy.
Charlie is visiting for the week while his mom and dad are on vacation. This evening, as we trudged through the fresh snow and the cold, cold air, his leash slipped through my double-gloved hand. I tried to grab the leash, but he was too fast. I hollered his name, but that didn’t slow him down. I was so scared he was going to run off and get hit by a car, so I did what had to be done. I dove for the leash like it was a loose football. No kidding. You would’ve done it too. I leaped and landed on the leash while I grabbed it with my outstretched hands. Bingo, but my face landed on Charlie’s hip. He yelped-hollered, and then my next thought was he might bite my face. He’s not mean at all, but he’s been very anxious since mom and dad left and I’d startled him by landing on his butt. No probs though. I reassured him and got up with a secure grip on the leash.