Charlee doesn’t understand why we don’t eat birdie poop … even on #NationalDessertDay. Charlee, Charlee, Charlee …

“But, Mom, it’s National Dessert Day!”
Charlee doesn’t understand why we don’t eat birdie poop … even on #NationalDessertDay. Charlee, Charlee, Charlee …
“But, Mom, it’s National Dessert Day!”
You guessed it … Charlee’s Brave Dog Hamburger Book. Perhaps a bit self-serving, Charlee?
“What? Not all dogs get to publish cool books.” (All rights reserved.)
(Actually, Mom is making me get up from my morning nap to market my coloring book because it is #NationalColoringBookDay. I think you already know where to buy it: http://www.CharleesTales.com.)
“But, Mom, it’s my morning naptime.”
This is my first coloring book. Number two is in the works.
“I would never potty on your office carpet, Mom,” said Charlee, sitting beside the puddle. #ProductiveDayAtWork
“What?”
Mom said I could remind all dog owners to make sure their best friends have plenty of hydration in the heat. Starbucks and others are really great to give an extra cup of water in the drive-thru for the cause.
“An Extra Water for Charlee, Please”
Mom thays not to worry about my mithing front teeth. After all, today ith when my lithp comth in handy. #MayThe4thBeWithYou
Today ith May 4th
(Bunny-ear photobomb by Mom)
This is how it should be … two sisters getting along nicely. (This, of course, is before Sissy Bandit growled and tried to bite me for using her as my pillow.)
Bandit & Charlee … Sweet Sisters?
I must admit, Sissy Bandit was a cute puppy. There. I said it.
But Mom, it’s #NationalNappingDay. I don’t have time to blog.
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