Although this puts two family posts in a row (not bad, but I don't usually do it), it's been quite a while since I brought you the next canine in this series. The letter is right, and the timing is good.
Next up we have Charlotte, or to be more precise, "Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte Pork Chop M&M." She has the longest name of any of our dogs. That's for sure!
She came to us in 1972. That's a story in itself. Dear little Bonnie had only been gone for about a week. A friend of ours showed up at dinnertime one evening with a little furry bundle. Being a teenager, it didn't seem silly to him to set her down right in the middle of the table.
I was really torn. I definitely wasn't ready for another dog. But how could I resist this:
She stayed, of course. She was as good and faithful as the breed is known for. She was never too exuberant or too shy or too anything. She was just a really good dog. In those years with small boys I had much less time to bond with dogs, of course.
And, she is the only dog that got included in a professional family picture. Well, we only had one of those ever done. Nevertheless. Here she is, being good.
One summer, we were away and some friends were watching the dogs. The dogs got out, and Charlotte was killed in the road. Our oldest boy (on the left, the one we no longer hear from) found her and buried her under the boys' tree house.
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