At about 12:30 last night I realized that the happiest creature in my household was the old dog. It was hot, he had his dinner late, he never got a proper walk - so it wasn't a particularly good day for him but he was content to lie in front of the fan and snooze while the rest of us were on edge and yelling or muttering.
The old dog is blissfully deaf. The rest of us suffered through hours and hours of neighborhood firework displays and handguns shooting off. We discovered that Harley has a particular bark for each type of fireworks. The little whizzing bottle rockets only warranted a growly rumble but the huge booming WHERE THE HELL DID THEY BUY THOSE THINGS fireworks resulted in a full-on hair up barrage of alarm barking.
Next year we all get Xanax.
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The trials, tribulations and joys of adopting a senior dog.
All About Chuck
After looking at all of the paperwork Charlie's old owner, Russell, gave me I have a bit of a better understanding of where he came from.
He was originally purchased from a pet store in Beverly Hills, it looks like he came from a "breeder" in North Carolina. His people had him for about a year, then he hit his teenager time and they either gave him to Russell or Russell got him at a shelter in LA, it is a bit unclear and Russell never really said. Russel has had him since then. About a year ago his companion dog, Mollie, passed away and Russell started traveling a lot for his work - Russell decided the best thing to do was try to find him a new home before his next long trip. Enter me - Charlie's old petsitter knows a friend of mine and she happened to post about the situation on a pet chat board we both belong to. I am a sucker for a needy animal so after meeting him and then keeping him for a weekend we realized that we would be a good "retirement home" for Charlie and decided to take a chance with him.
Welcome to your new home Charlie dog. Now we have to decide if we want to call him Charlie or Chuck, or choose another name. Charlie and Harley just doesn't work - Harley always thinks we are talking to her and Charlie is a bit hard of hearing so I don't think he really cares.
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Mingus will be taking the Xanax with y'all. He was reduced to a shivering, sniveling mess during our vacation. His instinct was to crawl to the highest place at the house when he heard a firework explode.
Like everything else that bothers her Harley BARKED BARKED BARKED at them. Our neighborhood in Berkeley was pretty quite so we haven't had to deal with fireworks in a while, but it was CRAZY here.
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