Farm Friday: Charlie
I mentioned a few posts back about a meal disaster that not even the farm dog would eat.
This is the farm dog.
Or as I like to call him, Charlie B. Barkin
(name that movie)
He's a good dog.
He loves to rub his rough, wet nose up against you and nudge you until you pet him.
I came home the other day and as I got to the curve in the driveway, which runs parallel to our garage, I noticed Charlie laying in the yard. Head on the gravel road. The dog didn't budge one inch as I drove by.
I came out of the garage with my camera and snuck up on him....
I'd be lying if I didn't check to make sure he was still breathing. He's an older dog, and he wasn't moving.
Then I noticed he was running in his sleep and whimpering.
As I got up to him, he opened one, groggy eye and looked my way....
Well, hi there Charlie B. Barkin!
How was your nap....
That good huh?
No. I won't be bringing you any of that left over pasta dish ever again.
But I'm sure if you asked the Big Guy there may be a pork chop in your future.
I love that dog.