Charlotte came to live with us in July of 2004. Her birthday is on tax day April 15th and she was 3 months old. Actually she was not the original Charlotte who, like Wilbur was the runt of the litter. The original Charlotte had kidney issues and died after I had made the trip up to my sons to get her.
Wilbur went with me on the trip, it was the first solo trip I made back to visit family in Maryland and he and I made the 10 hour trip with no incident. Anyway, after Charlotte the 1st died I was left with a dilemna; Doug said 'I forbid you to come home with another dog' and all I knew was that Wilbur was waking me up multiple times during the night because he was lonely and I was sleep deprived and Doug should have known to not forbid me to do anything...so that being said, there were 2 female pups left to choose from...
Well neither pup had the short dark muzzle that the original Charlotte had and that I liked so much, both had too much white for my taste also but as I said before, I NEEDED SLEEP and didn't really care who came home with me but someone was going to come home with me!!!
So to decide which one was the new Charlotte I decided that Wilbur could choose. Mind you that Wilbur HAD NO DESIRE TO BE A BIG BROTHER and was perfectly content to be an only dogchild and wanted absolutely no part in this little sister thing so......
I took both puppies and let them go one at a time. Charlotte ran straight to Wilbur licking his face and prancing underneath of him and staying real close by and not leaving him alone. The other potential Charlotte ran in the other direction and eventually came to Wilbur giving him a sniff and running off in the other direction again having gained her freedom from the puppy pit (pen). So, that being said, I didn't pick Charlotte, Wilbur didn't pick Charlotte, but Charlotte DID pick Wilbur and she came riding home in her own little crate which was seatbelted in the car with the opening facing Wilbur and his crate and she has been a part of our family ever since.
Oh, and yes I was in trouble for bringing home another dog but I was able to sleep through the night so I really didn't care....
12 comments:
Love the story of Charlotte. I would have come home with her, too!
What a great way to decide which pup to choose. Mosby arrived a few weeks after Riley died and Roscoe had been lonely. He was very happy to meet Mosby and they played nicely. But, the next morning, we definitely got a look from Roscoe that said, "What do you mean he's going to LIVE HERE?" Although he missed Riley, I think Roscoe kind of wanted to be an only dog to get all of the attention, but he feels more secure with Mosby in the house. He just wouldn't admit it.
Great photos.
Charlotte is such a pretty girl. I just love her!
:)
What great pictures and what a story. You know Charli does that to us sometimes. I was sleep deprived the first year we had her. I wonder why some dogs do that.
Love the pictures - especially the one with her tongue sticking out!
That's such a great story! They look well together! Take care and thanks for stopping by! :)
Oh, that's so sweet! I think that Wilbur looks quite pleased about the fact that Charlotte chose him, even if he wasn't too enthused about the situation initially.
What a beautiful young lady!
I love the picture at the top, the dog quilt!
What a great story!! I would have come home with one too. :)
They are just too cute together.
I love the story. AHHH! The pics are too cute!
Ah, puppy pictures. Just love them!
What a cute baby Charlotte was. I love fat little puppy bellies. Wilbur is a gorgeous hunk, too.
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