charlie says
if you say to charlie 'charlie says' he will say WOOF. that is always supposing he wants to. it is his trick. he will say when.
'charlie says'
silence
'charlie says....' raised encouraging eyebrows
silence, looks at you
'charlie says...'
WOOF
'good boy! good boy!'
(yes, i am, aren't i?)
i met charlie a year ago with his human, ian. he didn't make much of a first impression, but what i didn't realise was neither did i. once charlie knows you, you never get ignored again. you get a surprisingly tall dog, once he stands on his back feet, lunging right in for a snog. ian says this is wolf for 'have you got any partially digested food hidden in your mouth for me?'. i looked after charlie on saturday night. he was surprisingly happy to sleep on a blanket on the floor, but he did jump up on the bed just after dawn to shout at the crows outside. then he discovered my electric blanket. dogs love an electric blanket. we went out to columbia road to meet anne and her dog tiggy. tiggy ignores charlie, but uses him as a foil for meeting other dogs she would be too shy for usually. ian has invested in a retractable lead so i don't have to let him off in the poo park then chase him down hours later, so he is on this lead. i take my eyes off him for a moment, and i am on the ground having been yanked onto my back by him - he has spotted food 50 yards away.
i enjoyed having him, and luckily i have an appointment with ron the back today.