Chark Diem – 12.22.16
Merry Christmas to all!
Anybody care to guess how this is going to end up?
Twas the night before Christmas at the Casa del Whackos... And awaaaay we go!
Max, part deux…
Cold snap at the Casa last night, and it would have been nice to sleep in this morning, but that's not how the inmates roll. We awoke to a what we initially thought was someone firing up an industrial wood chipper inside the confines the Casa del Boudoir, only to realize it was merely a dogcauphony of gnashing canine molars demolishing rawhide chew toys. Excuse me just a minute... (Charlie, you can get up here…
Max is not a good dog
Dad here; there is a mountain pass in the Smokies known as the Tail of the Dragon. Riders travel from all over the world to pay homage and test their mojo on her 318 curves in only 11 miles; for many, it's a one way trip, as the Dragon is known to bite the cocky or unprepared. I made my pilgrimage to the Dragon's Lair last October, and it was everything it was said to…
Blue Charkmas
12:18 AM at the Casa; although the calender tells me it's officialy Charlie Bravo Day, somehow I just can't seem to make myself believe it. I mean, I AM the Diva dog, and as such, unaccustomed to these vague feelings of self doubt that seem to be stampeding uninvited through my mind. As much as I would like to pretend that this condition doesn't exist, denial is much more than just a river in Egypt…
The next step
Dad here; facts are like swimsuits, as what they reveal is interesting but what they hide is vital. Every time I see the story and pictures of our first meeting with Charlie resurface somewhere new on the Web, I'm struck by the realization that the whole world is seeing a picture of me wearing a colostomy bag and doesn't even know it. Thankfully, the procedure was able to be reversed after the loooongest four months…
Morning constitutional
Squeak. Squeak. Squeak, squeak, squeak... Dang it, Charlie, how am I supposed to concentrate with you squeaking that stupid ball in my face? Squeak, squeak... And how many times have I told you that it's the highest form of rudeness to talk with your mouth full, or failing that, to interrupt while someone is, shall we say, "occupado", and here you are, doing both at once? Squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak. And just because that…
