The Dog Days of Summer

A bit of nostalgia for you today…
I miss my dog Charlie. Apart from my Whidbey Island friends, I doubt many of you know what he looked like. He was scruffy, tiny, smelly, loyal, walked with a limp from getting hit by a car, licked his balls a little too attentively and tried to pee on the Christmas tree every year. I made him this dandelion wreath when I was 12 because he was the coolest dog ever:

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