Ode to Charlie Brown (my dog -- not the cartoon character)

Ode to Charlie Brown My dog, that is — not the cartoon character Charlie Brown is 13 1/2. He’s been with me since he was 10 weeks old. Yesterday, he had a bad day. Tummy troubles. A few weeks ago, after a routine blood test, his pancreas number was slightly elevated. But his predecessor, Hobie, had very bad pancreatitis so I know what to look for, and Charlie is not experiencing those symptoms. Let’s just say, I had to shampoo the carpet in my office last night after I was out for a few hours. Charlie’s better today, but not 100%. I’d say 97%. I’m staying home. Keeping an eye on him. Right now, he’s lying at my feet just beside my desk as I type this. He never does that. So, I know he’s getting clingy, and I’ve had enough experience with elderly dogs to know that this is usually how they get when they start to decline. Charlie Brown’s twin brother, Cooper, passed away a year and a half ago. For those readers who don’t know, I had adopted them both as puppies. Yeah, I’m that crazy dog lady who raised litter mates (the naysayers aren’t right — it was one of the BEST experiences of my life!). It is possible Charlie is the “last man standing” of his litter. Even though they were mixed-up mutts, I stayed in touch with most of the adopters of this litter of eight hound pups. We used to celebrate their birthdays together, because they were born on 11-11-11 (November 11, 2011) which happened to be Veterans Day and a lot of us would have the day off from work. One-by-one, we lost touch or I’d hear that one of the dogs passed away. Most recently, I couldn’t find contact info for the owners of one of the last remaining siblings. Therefore, I do not know if the dog is still living. She had been sick right around the same time as Cooper, but she recovered. Yesterday when I was out, I saw a young puppy. I estimate the dog must have been about four or five months old. The paws were huge, the movements awkward, the pleasing (hey, it was a Lab!) on overdrive. I said to my husband, “Charlie used to be that age.” And then I started thinking… I’ve known Charlie Brown his entire life. What a wonderful gift to spend 13 1/2 years (so far!) with this kooky, misunderstood, car-and-squirrel-chasing, lovable hound dog. I also started thinking about the people who had the young Labrador Retriever… that, if they are so lucky, some day THEY will be going through this anticipatory grief and series of remembrances. Some day they will say “Wow, how lucky we are that we’ve had this dog this many years. We’ve known this dog its whole life.” Then the tears came. Husband asked what was wrong, so I told him what I just told you. I sat crying for a few minutes before we carried on, and eventually returned home to Charlie and his companions Petey and Tux. That’s when I found my office floor soiled. Not a problem. I dragged out the trusty Bissell SpotLifter (I do not get affiliate dough or points for mentioning them — believe me, I have applied to be a Bissell Affiliate but nope! didn’t qualify). There’s no way I’d get mad at Charlie, or any pet, for accidentally soiling in the house. I’ve never punished a pet for doing that. That’s old school stuff our parents and grandparents did. I really just wanted to get these thoughts down on paper. Share them with you. In other news, I am currently working on a book of letters to my previous dog, Hobie, so stay tuned for that. It will be available within the next year or so.  I am thinking the follow-up might be letters to Charlie Brown (my dog, not the cartoon character). Thanks for reading! Until next time!