Dad here; Charlie, Mia, and Max are curled up and occidental-eyed on the bed, recuperating from another exciting pre-dawn tinkle under the watchful eye of the supermoon.
Charlie’s saga never ceases to amaze me with it’s own peculiar ebb and flow; it will seem to be settling down and possibly even fading into Internet oblivion when something unknown always seems to happen, sparking it back to life. Charlie certainly doesn’t spend anytime fretting over the ups and downs, as with her there are no “downs”, just varying degrees of “up”.
With the recent influx of new followers to this story, I thought it might behoove me to provide a quick update on some of the terms we use, as it can be a bit confusing; and yes, I did use the word “behoove”, not because it fit, but just because it makes the dogs giggle.
So here we go; everyone already knows Charlie, so we’ll start with the…
Casa del Whackos: the crazy house where we dwell, and of which I’m the warden.
The Inmates: the parade of dogs that pass through the Casa and obviously rule the asylum; currently consisting of Max E. Million, Mia the Spazcrobat, Angel, Charlie Bravo, Clyde S. Dale and St Echo of Vomitus… subject to change with any excursion.
Gary: the tech wizard behind the scenes; he and Bonnie have their own Casa with its own inmates, but his dedication to this page is awesome.
Stevie: a recent inmate of the Casa, a rescue dog whose humble demeanor and unexplained demise still affects many to this day.
Miss Ellie: a 31 year young Subaru GL, the official chariot of Charlie Bravo… she has her own story of rescue and redemption.
The “Chark”: a Charlie bark, a plaintive mixture of bark/yowl/whine that she uses when she has something important to say, or she simply wishes to rupture my eardrums.
The Message of the Crate: whether it be a cubicle at work, a chemical addiction, an unhealthy relationship, we all have a crate. Although others may marvel at our ability to stay in such a situation, we’ve grown comfortable and complacent, and will stay that way until someone or something not only opens the crate, but more importantly,shows us a better way.
“We be of one blood, ye and I”; a quote by Rudyard Kipling in “The Jungle Book”, expressing the belief that we’re all connected and we all make a difference.
In this case, in spite of political, religious, or geographical differences, a statement that we’re connected by the improbable story of a mangy dog in a crate and her transformation to the Queen of the Casa.
If it happened to her?
It can happen to you.