Okay, I’m sorry I piddled on the bed. Hey, my male peep is the one who got me all excited. Weren’t you guys listening when the trainer man said to manage my environment?

FEMALE PEEP: “Okay, Charlie Bear, no more upstairs for you.”

Jiminy Crickets, why did they have to put up a baby gate across the stairs? I liked running up there and jumping on my male peep in bed. And then she put up another one so I can’t go into the living room. Geez.

FEMALE PEEP: “More outside time for you to piddle. It’s my own fault I have to take the comforter to the cleaners. Geez.”

At least she admits it. It was her fault for letting me go up there. But I do have to learn to hold my water better. And the other thing I have to learn is not to growl so much at the cat on the wall outside. They tell me he lives here. He was born wild and they had him fixed (poor guy, I know what that’s like), and after his momma cat died he still hangs around.

MALE PEEP: “Listen up, Charlie Bear. That cat has been here for more than 16 years. His name is Bear and you must respect him.”

I guess I’ll cut him some slack since his name is part of mine, but I like to chase him. He’s pretty good for an old geezer, he can scale a tree quite quickly. Gotta hand that to him. But when he sits up there and stares down at me, well, it’s in my DNA to try to get him.

FEMALE PEEP: “He’s off limits, Charlie.”

We’ll see about that.

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NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. Watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead.

Thanks for stopping by. We love your comments, so feel free to make some. Woof!

“Something to Chew On” Charlie Bear with LAA #7

7 thoughts on ““Something to Chew On” Charlie Bear with LAA #7

  • April 21, 2011 at 2:56 pm
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    Charlie, i like to go outside; and when i go out first thing in the morning i’ve got my 2 best places to tinkle, and sometimes when i get to stay out longer then i sniff around til i find some new places that i can snake out and use at another time when i get to stay out longer. I’m sure glad the weather is getting warmer so maybe i’ll get to go out more often and stay longer, come on warmer days.

    Maybe you should not try to chase Bear so much for bet he is bigger than you and he may just turn on you and make you wish you could climb that tree.
    Well bye bye, Charlie, and try to stay out of trouble and i’ll see you on the flip side.

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    • April 21, 2011 at 3:00 pm
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      P.S. I forgot to say what my name is; geezeees!!..
      It is Beaugie..

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      • April 21, 2011 at 5:55 pm
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        Beaugie,
        I knew it was you. I could tell by your smell. Woof, woof.
        I like the warmer weather too, as long as it doesn’t rain. I don’t like getting wet.
        I’ll take your advice about Bear the cat. He is bigger than me, and looks like he could take me. But you know, I’m pretty feisty.
        Catch you on the flip side for sure,
        Charlie Bear

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  • April 21, 2011 at 10:29 am
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    What a busy little guy! Have to be busy every minute and getting into trouble… Makes for great reading!

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    • April 21, 2011 at 10:45 am
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      Jean,
      Trouble’s my middle name! Actually, foster mom called me Chucky after that doll that turned into a monster in that movie. I don’t think I’m THAT bad, but I do have my moments!
      Glad you’re enjoying my posts.
      Woof,
      Charlie Bear

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  • April 21, 2011 at 10:24 am
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    CB, I think you’re pretty brave. Neither Cooper (or Clyde so far) will go up the steps in our house. Fearless Charlie Bear! Or down the basement stairs either….I bet you would. 🙂

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    • April 21, 2011 at 10:43 am
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      Julie,
      Tell Clyde that if he runs up (or down) really fast it’s not so scary. There’s stuff to explore, and sniff, and….well, heck, even piddle on. I know…I promise not to do that anymore.
      Give Clyde a sniff for me.
      Charlie Bear

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