Charlie Brown, his formal name, was rescued by Bob's mother in 2000. At best we figure he was about 1 at the time. She said he picked her out, and she knew she had to take him home.
The first time I met him at Mom's house, I thought he was a little rat dog. I was on the sofa, and he jumped up and onto my shoulder. We had bulldogs, so I thought this little fru fru was weird.
When Bob's mom passed away March 31, 2003, Bob brought Charlie home to us, and we made that date his birthday. My father was living with us at the time, and Charlie was a great companion for him, especially after our bulldog, Max, died in June. Charlie would follow me every where, and my father would comment, "there goes Mary with her little lamb."
Little by little, Charlie won my heart over. He was so smart. I know people say that about their dogs, but I've never had one as smart as he was. We would swear he spoke English, and even learned how to spell. His intelligence served him well in later years when he lost his eyesight and hearing. It was incredible how well he adapted to everything life threw at him.
For the past few months, he had been failing, and we considered it was time to send him to the "glue factory". He graciously made that decision for us...another sign of his unconditional love for us.
We loved him dearly, too. He will be missed as much as he was loved.
Bob, Max, Pop & Charlie June 2003
Charlie was game for anything as long as he was with us
He was always up for a road trip. Here he is in our first RV...a truck camper
He loved to dance and party
He loved holidays
He would grab a toy and come to tell us it was time to go to bed. Good night, Charlie.
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