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On early weekend mornings, my bedroom door would squeak open, followed by the sound of toenails clicking on the tile floor. Opening my eyes, I would find a dark wet nose within inches of my face. Feigning sleep only resulted in Charlie leaning over to snuffle and pant at me. He always seemed to have a happy grin on his furry face and was excited about the new day recently dawned. As much as I disliked that morning greeting (prefer a cozy warm body that curls up next to me and purrs me back to sleep), the exuberance of that dog was contagious. He would practically vibrate with joy when I donned warm clothes, boots, and borrowed one of my Dad's hats to go for a walk in the drizzly rain on a chilly fall day.
Charlie is the only dog I ever had who would go into the garden and pick his own ear of corn. Of course, he often forgot to take the ear of corn off the stalk and left the husks and silks in middle of the front yard. He didn't like any creature setting foot on his property and announced an intruder's presence no matter the hour. Squirrels were tolerated but chased often. Charlie was a social animal and liked be as close as possible, even if that meant sitting on your foot. He showed his disappointment when left at home alone and expressed giddiness when his family returned to him. I miss Charlie.
Dreamer
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