Dad here; for those that have been here since the beginning, you’ll remember how difficult it was to break the news that Stevie had passed. But in the spirit of family, we thought it was vital to keep everything out and in the open, and like the photographs on this page, with no filters; what you see is what you get.
The story of Charlie and the story of the crate are inextricably linked; no crate, no Charlie, no story, as horrible as that may sound. It wasn’t until she was freed from that stinking, vile, situation that she could become the vibrant, shining, flouncing gooberhead that she is today.
Every time that Charlie posts about the importance of leaving your crate, I’ve personally feel like the biggest hypocrite on the face of the planet. My crate in this particular case was my job of 21 years, and the lock was my company car and four weeks of vacation. I don’t mean to discount these things, as they were blessings from God and vital to the story of Charlie: if I hadn’t been looking for another way into the office to avoid highway construction I wouldn’t have discovered the back roads where I later found Charlie. And if I hadn’t had access to the car and vacation time, I couldn’t have been able to make the trips to rehome Dash and still take Charlie west, and on and on.
So yesterday, I was freed from my crate. Check that; what makes the story even better is, that, on the day of my 21st employment anniversary, I was swatted on the nose with a rolled up newspaper, driven home and unceremoniously dumped, into my own driveway. As I watched the tail lights of my former crate narrow and recede into the distance, I could hear the CHARK! from the back yard:
“Yo, dad! Are you coming back here to let me out or what?”
This post is not to garner sympathy for myself, as I know that those of you in far worse situations. I don’t mean to even insinuate that my situation is bad; to the contrary, this is an incredible opportunity. Neither is it meant to generate ill will towards my former employer; for the last two decades, they have been a great company to be a part of, but recent events have forced them to make decisions based on fear, and a decision based solely on fear is always the wrong decision.
But it matters not; that was then, this is now, and now is time for the next chapter.
In case your wondering, mom has seen the effects of the last few years and also thinks that this can only be for the best, and we all know, momma knows best. Will it involve change? Most assuredly. Any idea where those changes may take us? No idea, but as you all know, it’s always a party at the Casa, and you’re all invited along for the ride.
Now get off the bed, Charlie, we have things to do!