Dad here; for those of you who have followed Charlie’s story since the beginning, you will recall that it was always meant to be a refuge from the incessant bad news that seemed to permeate social media at the time, and unfortunately still does. Remember the story of Caetlin, the dog who’s muzzle had been wrapped in duct taped? Ever hear much about her since? I’m sure that she is now leading a wonderful life, but what are the details? If at least half of the depressing stories of abuse and neglect would spend as much effort to advise of the positive outcome, the Web would be a much more positive place.
So that’s how Charlie initially found her voice, and has been charking ever since. Recent events have caused a bit of stress at the Casa, no more or no less than at your particular casa, but I let them affect Charlie’s message, which I was wrong to let happen. Even though she happens to hog my bed and snarf my tater tots, she actually belongs to each of you, as your comments and participation are the fuel that keeps the fires stoked.
This week we celebrate the first holiday of the season, a little more special for me than most, as it was just after Thanksgiving in 2014 that I lay dying in the Ouachita mountains while Zach did the ride of his life in search of help. If that sounds a little melodramatic, I assure you that it’s not; I’ve never told the whole story as it’s still a little raw, but it’s time. It was this situation that put into motion the miraculous chain of events that led us to find the Crate on that rainy day in January. Like life should be, the story is long with many twists and turns, so Charlie will probably make me break it up over two days; she’s kind of bossy like that. Stay tuned!
I recently saw this saying “if I’m called and I am able, how can I not answer?” Well, I have been,and by the Grace of God I’m able, and I assure you that Charlie will continue to answer.
BTW, all orders to the CB store placed on Black Friday and Cyber Monday will receive free shipping. Also, if you would like your calender or anything else personalized in some way, a note or even a muddy paw print, please let us know and if it’s inside the realm of possibility, I promise you that it will happen; we be of one blood, ye and I.
Between the store promotions, the Holiday itself, and the story of the near death experience, the blog is going to be very, shall we say, very “non-boring” over the next few days… if you snooze, you’ll lose!