{Bubba}
Sept. 1997 —– May 8 2000
German Shepherd
What can I say about my dog Charlie?
He came to us in 1997 a pup with alot ahead of him.
Time needed to train to grow and to someday become what he
was meant to be: a companion a friend and a guard dog.
It was a long haul; he ate my waterbed (and I mean ATE my waterbed
had to buy a new liner and my carpet was just about ruined);
dragged garbage from the kitchen and spread it all over the living room;
clawed the newly painted walls in my bathroom well you get the point.
But he became a wonderful dog. We used to play hide and
seek with him and he had the best nose he could always find us.
He loved to play fetch; he always had a ball in his mouth and
if you didn’t feel like playing he would just play by himself.
He also used to love buckets; he would pick one up and trot around the
yard with it; all you would see was a bucket with legs.
It was a joke in my house instead of Happy Days “Joanie loves Chachi”
it was “Mommy loves Charlie”…… And I did.
He was always near me always wanted to be next to me
and always greeted me and loved me……..
Mommy loves you Charlie and so does Daddy and Dawnie….
May you be free from pain and at peace
you will always be in our hearts……………………………………………
| Charlie |