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.