Sunday, December 27, 2009

Saturday, December 19, 2009

We Three Prisoners of I-95

I can't even form coherent sentences to write this post. Suffice to say that what generally is a two hour drive (where I live --> Richmond, VA) just took us 9 hours. That's right. 10pm - 7am. With no sleep. In what alternated between a blizzard/six inches of snow/sheets of freezing rain. We tried to get off the road sooner, but the vast majority of exits were blocked by snow and immobile semis and every motel we called was filled to capacity. Charlie was with us. I think this may put him off short jaunts to the grocery store for a while. He had to wear a seatbelt in the backseat and was NOT happy about that. He switched between glaring balefully at me and my mother, devising elaborate ruses to get into the front seat and practically strangling himself in the process,and huddled on the floor. He is extremely overstimulated right now. He is starting to calm down. Here he is on my bed.


Monday, December 14, 2009

A Study



Friday, December 11, 2009

A Mishap

Today I got home and Charlie did not run to greet me. I heard no barking, no scurrying feet. I was worried. I searched the house high and low but could not find a trace of my dear puppy in his normal haunts. Finally, I found him. He was caught in a mass of computer cords under a desk, looking at me with the most pathetic expression. After I worked to free him, he bounded through the house and the yard, yipping joyfully. It made me smile.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Hey Claire! Happy Birthday! (2 hours early)

Happy birthday Claire! 23 years of age and all you want for Christmas is your two front teeth! I guess things change less than we think they do. Here are the things I wish for you in this coming year:

1. That you get a 23% raise
2. That unemployment is not 23%
3. That you make 23 different kinds of jell-o shots
4. That 23 dogs and cats say hello!
5. You receive 23 unicorn visits (or unican)
6. And 23 panda hugs
7. That you move to the place where the 23rd amendment will directly impact you
8. You eat onion rings 23 times (at least)
9. That I see you 23 times (at least)
10. You show 23 buddhists/native american culture appropriators the error of their ways
11. You sing karaoke 23 times
12. You drink 23 bottles of Andre (not all at once or else your legs might be amputated)
13. The next season of True Blood has 23 episodes (with more Erik and less Bill)
14. You make 23 sheet dresses
15. Bruce Springsteen releases 23 singles
16. Bruce Springsteen plays 23 tour dates with tickets selling at $23
17. We return to George's Lounge 23 times
18. We don't return to Jimmy's for 23 years
19. That we never get so bored as to watch Jim Carey in the Number 23
20. That you write 23 wonderful stories
21. You receive 2/3rds of a (fake) deer to hang over your mantle
23. That your 23rd birthday causes an alignment of the planets that allows for peace and justice and equality and adorable cute things to thrive in the manner that your birth foretold.

Andrea and Charlie


Monday, December 7, 2009

Separation Anxiety and other Stories

Charlie had a rollicking good time the last week of November. All the family was home and Charlie was the center of attention. I have never seen so much affection lavished on one young pup. Moreover, as it was Thanksgiving and my sister feeds him copious amounts of illicit food when she visits, he ate well (and often). Here he is dressed up in his festive Thanksgiving bandana.

Unfortunately, as I am now working in an actual office (?!?!?!) instead of freelancing from home, Charlie and I have been having some problems with separation anxiety. All of my fears were realized this week when I returned home to find paint chips covering the ground near the door. Thinking that my father had been doing some home improvement project, I thought nothing of it. Then, when my parents came home, they remarked on it. We deduced that when we had left the house that morning, Charlie scratched the door frame in a desperate attempt to communicate "TAKE ME WITH YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU". I cannot tell you how much this makes my heart hurt and how upset I get every time I think about it. He went into work with my father the next day (where there are thirteen (13!) pitbull puppies to be friends with) and seemed to be grateful to go back to bed this morning, but it still makes me sad. I wish we could go everywhere together.

Also, on a more cheerful note, Willy decided to practice his dj-ing skills this weekend.

They grow up so fast.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Monday, November 23, 2009

A View

Charlie loves sitting like this for several reasons.
1. Maximum cuddling contact
2. T
hat window looks out onto our front yard and the street, so he can monitor passing vehicles and pedestrians.
3. Convenient position for one of his favorite activities: endangering my vital organs when he scrambles to his feet to better bark at elderly power-walkers (against whom he has a special vendetta).

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Other Babies I Love/A Haiku

lilly and willy
(this is a stolen picture)

my heart is so warm

Monday, November 16, 2009

Charlie is Snoring

Charlie feels entitled to my pillow. I don't dispute his claim. He is snoring. He also makes running motions with his feet. Chasing deer and foxes!
He awakes! What an adorable baby.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

No one gives a shit about the Yankees

Sometimes, I really enjoy movies that are grossly historically inaccurate. They can be a good time. Here is Charlie being adorable:

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween Charlie!

Charlie was a pirate for Halloween. For all of five minutes. He was then rewarded by SPECIAL beef treats instead of his normal carrots. Julian termed the festivities "animal abuse". Clearly, he hates fun. While Charlie was not overly thrilled by being dressed up, he bore it stoically and posed for several immortal photographs.

Here is the front view, with his parrot companion:

Here is the back of his costume. The touch that makes it "pirate" rather than "stereotypical french man without a beret and baguette":

Andddddd, here is his expression. As my mom tries to balance the parrot on his shoulder.

Friday, October 30, 2009


This was our fourth (but not final) attempt at your birthday video. Charlie looked significantly more enthused in earlier attempts, you should know. It is the best of them (which is not saying much). I was unsure how the video editor worked, so nothing is audible other than Bruce. KNOW THOUGH THAT I WAS SINGING IN CHARLIE'S VOICE. Also, at the end, we say "Happy Birthday Rose! We love you, even though Charlie doesn't look very happy to be here. We wish we were there with you."

So yes. Happy birthday dear friend.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Charlie and the Panda/Julian and the Kitty

These last few weeks have been something of a trial. Lots of rain. A great deal of people dear to me seem to be stressed/depressed/hopeless/ed (who doesn't love a rhyme). I have been particularly sensitive to incompetence lately. My own, of course, but also that of non-profits, HR departments and the government. The Washington Post ran a two-part series accounting for squandered HIV funds that highlighted waste, corruption and general bureaucratic incompetence. I couldn't decide whether to feel sad, angry or resigned.

I volunteer with this organization. They are great and do really good work in the community. You all should take two seconds and write your Senators and Representatives and tell them to provide funding for needle exchanges and allow them to operate without constraints. Everybody wins! Except probably not, because it seems that people in power know better than I how to protect the kiddies!

Not that the previous two paragraphs were a deviation from the stated mission of this blog or anything. Anyway, I present you with a double dose of cute. One, a cute animal cuddling with a cute stuffed animal. Two, a cute animal popping from the chest of some kind of creature. Kind of like the reverse of this.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Sunday, October 18, 2009


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Charlie's Little Pony

My sister and I found one of these My Little Pony toys while we were cleaning (the pony we found has a glorious rainbow of yellow, purple and pink hair). Charlie decided that he wanted it to be his little pony and absconded with it. Observe:

I was going to donate, but now that it is has been gnawed I think that maybe I will leave it in his toy basket.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Autumn for Charlie

I love fall. Sometimes Charlie does too. He is, however, not wild about the newly windy weather. I suppose it is too reminiscent of the storms that he hates. All those positive ions, you know. The other morning was beautiful and gusty. I lay on the couch applying for jobs while Charlie hid under the desk. By the time I had added five more applications to my deeply depressing cumulative total, I envied Charlie a bit.

Here he is:

Even through my blind and obsessive love for this dog, I realize that it is a little abnormal and unhealthy how much time we spend together. When he is not outside, he rarely lets me out of his sight. He follows me around like my own personal poltergeist. I trip over him a lot these days. He reproachfully stares at me and whines when I sit in a manner that precludes him from sitting on me or sitting directly next to me. Maybe I need to get out more. Maybe I need a job.

I am happy it is fall though.

It means Charlie can accompany me on more of my errands without the worry of him dying in a hot car.

Friday, September 25, 2009

This is why even my clean clothes are covered in white fur

If that is my price to pay for having the cutest puppy ever then so be it

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Jiyoung alerted me to this genius: HAHAHAH. I think about Charlie and laugh at things like that so I don't cry so much.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Friday, September 4, 2009

How much does it cost to send a letter?

I have in my possession the most valuable postage stamp of all. That would be Charlie. Despite the hunger strike and the sad eyes, his parents still have not returned and he feels like he lacks attention. He compensates for this by never letting me out of his sight and touching me whenever it is possible (note I did not say comfortable).

Here he is:

At this point, he feels that the seal is providing him with enough amusement that he does not need to hover over me as I type, drooling on my keyboard and mimicking a canine guardian angel. Last night, he felt that I was taking up a little too much of the bed for his liking. He abruptly hopped off and huffed around the room, scratching at various items. Little did I know this was part of his elaborate plot. As I sat up to reach something at the end of my bed, he hopped up behind me, laying his head on the pillows and stretching out. Unable to move him, I spent the night scrunched up, with a face full of fur, listening to puppy snoring.

There are worse things.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Hide and Seek

It has been a hard week for Charlie. He was so excited this past weekend because all of his family was home and the weather was sunny and delightful. Things quickly went downhill from there. His sister left, the weather turned rainy, suitcases were strewn across the house, indicating more departures were looming. What is a puppy to do?

Yesterday was a black day. His mother and father left. His brother left. No amount of sitting in suitcases could convince them to stay. Charlie was sulky all evening.

Adding insult to injury, the weather turned stormy today. Charlie spent the morning alternating between hiding under my desk, hiding under my bed and sitting as close to me as physically possible. He was sitting on my legs when I went to take a shower. But when I came back, Charlie wasn't there and something was different about my room. I couldn't put my finger on it....

Aha! That mysterious lump in my bed! What could it be!?

This may be the only time I will ever melt from cuteness when I pull back my covers to find a living thing.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Charlie and Food

Charlie, like most dogs, loves food. An unapologetic omnivore, his favorite treats are carrots and he hovers around the garbage can when I peel cucumbers, hoping for stray shavings. However, a vegetarian he is not. Generally, he sits quietly under the table during dinner, moving only to devour any food or napkins that have been dropped. When a particularly large quantity of meat is present (as happens frequently due to my brother's existence), he begins to act like a shark that senses blood in the water. The Great White Charlie will circle around and crisscross under the table, with only his fluffy white tail indicating his position. When he feels particularly bold, he pops up on his hind legs, balancing by planting his front paws on his chosen victim (usually in the vicinity of their vital organs). Behold:

I am glad to see that his mischievous ways have returned. The last two days of storms have been hard on him, but with the return of the sun and all of his family home to give him the attention he deserves, he is bouncy and cuddly. Currently, he is breathing in my face as I play this game:

Beware. It will consume your life.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

First things first

Charlie is my dog. He is adorable. As in, he is the most precious dog in the world. My existence is pretty much the live-action version of cuteoverload. Blog-to-life, if you will.

Here he is:

What a baby. There is a bad thunderstorm outside and Charlie hates thunder. He is trying to fit under my bed, but there is only room for his head. His posture is that of an unusually adorable ostrich.