Approximately 0300 hours this morning, mom arose, purportedly to let Mia and I do our “bidness”, but we somehow we instead found ourselves incarcerated in the north wing of the Casa del Whackos, i.e. the dog yard. This will NOT do: I have been waaaaay too diligent for waaaaay too long on my fight to establish my territory on the bed to allow a setback like this to occur, so I did what I had to do.
From the trumpets of Joshua used to jolt Jericho to the air raid sirens of Great Britain announcing another long night of bombardment, loud noises have been employed to express alarm and call for assistance, and my voice is no different. I began my verbal assault beginning with a few preemptory salvos consisting of yips and whines directed towards the walls of the Casa which escalated quickly into a full barrage of barks, howls, and ultimately, the nuclear option, the MOAB, the Mother of all Bombs if you will, known to military historians the world over as:
The Chark.
Dad had no choice but to immediately capitulate and humble himself by enacting the dreaded Walk of Barefoot pre-dawn Shame across the dewy wasteland to offer terms of abject surrender, which I graciously accepted. Let it be noted that the instigator of these hostilities (mom) was not in attendance at this ceremony, an issue to be addressed at a later date.
So here I am, once again firmly established in my rightful place on the bed; as set forth in the details of the peace accord, mom has been exiled to the territory of the couch and dad is back in his allotted space at the edge of the world, clutching the edge of the bed with his butt cheeks in a effort to not plunge into the abyss. Max E. Million has used the recent hostilities as an opportunity to increase his own empire, but as discretion is the better part of valor, I have decided to be magnanimous and let things stay as they are for the time being. Besides, that pocket-sized dictator has been known to posess some serious firepower in those hirsute little jaws of his, and I prefer my shiny black hide to continue on in the manner it currently exists:
Unperforated.
So beyond its obvious use as a weapon of mass destruction, what is the purpose of “The Chark?” It can serve as a reminder that, as I did, we all tend to exist in some form of a crate and only by helping others leave theirs can we hope to escape ours. It can also act as a call to action, a reminder that just because you can’t fix it all doesn’t mean that you refuse to fix anything; get involved, as there IS life outside of the TV set. It can also provide a wall of sound, drowning out the flood of negativity and bad news created by those that would have you believe that you don’t matter and your actions don’t make a difference.
If a scabby, scaly, starving dog incarcerated in a crate can become an elemental force of nature, just imagine what you can do, right here, right now, with the arsenal of talent you currently have in your possession.
Now go Chark the freaking Diem!
You are a Good girl Charlie ! XXOO
I prefer my shiny butt unperforated as well lol
Beautiful dog.
I wonder if Charlie is going to end up being “the other woman” in divorce court? Lol! Mom must be a patient lady!
Thanks, Charlie, for the grin on which to end my working day.
As always, you have ai spirit message in your stories. Well said my lady. Well said.
I should have proof read! As always, you have an inspiring message I your story. Well said my lady, well said.
You go, girl. We would expect no less
You just made my morning as usual Charlie girl 🙂 <3
Oh Charlie!
If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. This ain’t over, Ms. Charles.
Oh Charlie! Lol
Charking? I shall give this a try and see if I can’t get some two-legged occupants motivated!!
Love the Chark!!!!!
Me, too! Thanks for a beautiful start to my day!
Going forth to heed the clarion call…er, chark of the day!
One of these nights, mom’s gonna put all y’all on the couch!!! 🙂
Seriously would not blame her!
Charking away in your honor today Charlie! ❤️
We be of one blood, ye and i
So glad to have Charlie I need a Charlie in my life
You have one, she just happens to dwell at the Casa!
Aye, been out conquering the world all the morn., now I be pooped out.
My lol du Jour!
Probably not really since it was dad who assisted in your release from the North Wing.
The Chark heard ’round the world 🙂
Mom Had to be in some sort of delirium … maybe sleep walking … or something along those lines. No one in their right mind could every impose temporary banishment to “the dog yard” on The Charles. Just sayin.
Respect the chark.
Charlie you make me smile so glad for all your bed hogging yelping ways but… On the other hand mom being kicked out of her bed well i feel for mom no dog in my casa is putting me outta my bed so go mom take back that bed lol
You help more people than you know! Never stop believing that
Poor Mom, she shouldn’t have to give up her place in the bed! Maybe you guys need a bigger bed! If you have a king size already, get two fulls or queens and push them together!!!! Just an idea!♡♡♡