Charlie Bear Here with “Something to Chew On” #8

December 10, 2010 at 12:14 pm 17 comments

I had one backyard now instead of a whole neighborhood. Is this what those dogs in the freewheeling pack always talked about?

“Don’t let them catch you,” they all said. “If they do they’ll cage you up.”

Maybe this is what they meant. The backyard had walls around it that were too high to jump over. I tried to find a way out, but there wasn’t one. I had a feeling I’d never get out of here, so I paced and I worried and I fretted.

Foster Mom: “Our two other dogs, Rowdy and Tanner, both incredible with reading and speaking dog language, wanted nothing to do with this new dog. Charlie didn’t seem to possess the nuances of dog language that most dogs grow up with: sniffing protocol, hierarchy of the pack, food and treat regimen. He was clueless.”

I pushed at those two other dogs. I nose butted and postured my way into them like I did out in the wild because I worried I wouldn’t get enough to eat. I had to fight for every morsel when I lived in the wild. The foster mom put down food for us in separate areas or rooms but as soon as I gobbled mine up I went right to the other bowls and growled. Those dogs backed off (most of the time) and let me have it.

I spun and chased my tail all the time. I guess you could call it throwing a fit, appropriate if you consider a toddler and how they throw themselves into a tantrum, kicking and screaming. Like a spoiled child, I growled and snapped. My foster mom tried hard with me, but I wanted out. Maybe if I acted like a brat she’d just throw me out the door. That would be great. Then I could go back to the open world I loved to live in. 

The more stressed I felt, the more fits I threw which drove my foster mom and dad crazy. Can you imagine? And it was exhausting.

Foster Mom: “Whenever Charlie didn’t get his own way he’d throw one of his fits. They’d last a full minute, sometimes more, and often occurred numerous times a day.”

You won’t believe what they did to try to help me out of it.

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Don’t forget about the special giveaway. Your chances end at midnight tomorrow, Saturday, Dec. 11th.

Three goodie stockings filled with dog treats picked out by me are waiting to go to good homes. All comments made by December 11th on the blog to any of the posts  will count for a chance in the drawing. For every comment made you’ll receive a chance in the drawing. I’ll keep track, and my female peep will double-check me. We’ll notify the winners and send out the gifts so they arrive before Christmas. Happy Holidays!

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Want more to chew on? Click on the Category to the right called Charlie Chat. All my posts will be there starting back from #1. And they’ll be there forever, just like I hope to be in this new home forever.

And P.S. Don’t tell my female peep, but if you want a secret sneak peek at what I’ll be chewing on, check out the Charlie Here box above.

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Charlie Bear Here with “Something to Chew On” #7 WINNERS of Dog Stocking from Charlie Bear

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  • 1. Linda Anderson  |  December 22, 2010 at 1:42 pm

    Can’t wait to meet you Charlie Bear…….I understand you came by the other day and I missed you……..well maybe over the Holidays I will get to see you and I will give you a healthy Lilly snack (carrots)sounds good huh? Don’t tell Lilly though cuz she doesn’t like to share!

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  • 2. Laurie Faelan  |  December 11, 2010 at 4:08 pm

    Charlie Bear, you’re a handsome little guy. I’m glad you found your humans, not every dog does. I enjoyed your post today – don’t worry, the backyard is a great place to play once you get use to it!

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    • 3. bjtaylorblog  |  December 11, 2010 at 7:10 pm

      Dear Laurie,
      You are right. The backyard is awesome, it just felt so very foreign in the beginning and I wanted out, out, out! Thanks for saying I’m handsome. I like you!
      Hugs to a human,
      Charlie Bear

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  • 4. Meredith  |  December 11, 2010 at 1:43 pm

    We adopted a little cairn terrier mix Tuesday, as a pal for Nick. He started feeling ill last night, listless today no food or H2o. Called vet, will see how he is in the am and call if he isn’t better. I am worried. His name is Buddy, I call him lil’ bit.

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    • 5. bjtaylorblog  |  December 11, 2010 at 7:09 pm

      Meredith,
      My peep’s heart goes out to your Lil’ Bit…and as a fellow dog, mine does too. Sometimes we just get upset at all the new stuff going on. I hope that’s what it is for Buddy and that he’ll be all right real soon. I’ll bet Nick is worried too. Prayers for all of you.
      Hugs,
      Charlie Bear

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  • 6. marianne  |  December 10, 2010 at 8:10 pm

    Charlie Bear…i think Sadie and Shadow would love you to come over to the farm! They came to our farm from separate directions, and i don’t know why they ran away from their first owners, but they haven’t run away from here. guess i’ll have to ask them their stories.

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    • 7. bjtaylorblog  |  December 10, 2010 at 8:30 pm

      Sadie and Shadow, do you have cows to chase, chickens maybe? We all have individual stories to tell about why we left where we were (I’m so happy you both found your great home). My first family wanted a little “toy” dog and I grew too big. But this foster mom and dad are good people. You’ll find out more about them in upcoming posts. I’m happy your mom commented. Another chance in the doggie stocking drawing.
      Woof to you,
      Charlie Bear

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  • 8. Jean Stewart  |  December 10, 2010 at 7:36 pm

    Oh, BJ, Charlie is SOOOO cute and lovable looking in your photos–he’s begging you to be gentle with him AND to make him behave, just like any small child. 🙂
    You certainly like to end with ‘cliff hangers’, don’t you?
    Waiting for more…

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    • 9. bjtaylorblog  |  December 10, 2010 at 8:33 pm

      Jean,
      My female peep does just that…she’s gentle with me and also firm. I think she got her training from raising rambunctious boys (the ones who don’t have tails that wag).
      Love that you comment. Another chance in the drawing for granddog Crosby.
      Happy Holidays,
      Charlie Bear

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  • 10. Linda H. Nelson  |  December 10, 2010 at 7:11 pm

    Well Charlie, I remember many years ago there were several dogs that ran with a pack. They caused so much trouble in the country area were we lived. Everyone had to lock up their pets so that they would not get caught up by the pack of wild dogs. If they did they would either be picked on by the other dogs or they would be picked up by the dog catchers. Some were returned to their families or some were put to sleep. I would say Charlie if you are being well taken care of and if you have a warm bed and good food and a pat on the head. Don’t make a fuss. You have it good and those dogs that get to run free are never at ease because they are always looking back to make sure the dog catchers aren’t after them. They are always looking forward for their next meal, if there is one.
    Sorry, Charlie you are in the best place ever.

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    • 11. bjtaylorblog  |  December 10, 2010 at 8:54 pm

      Linda,
      You are one wise person! LBA (life before adoption) when I roamed the streets was troublesome and I surely didn’t know how good I had it at the foster mom’s house, but I know it now. And you’ll be happy to hear that LAA (life after adoption) has turned out to be sunshine and blue skies (at least most of the time). Thanks for hanging in there with me while I tell the story. It’s good to hear from somehow who is following along.
      P.S. You are right. I AM in the best place ever!
      Charlie Bear

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  • 12. Toni  |  December 10, 2010 at 6:10 pm

    This reminds me of my Taz. She is a Carolina Dog, a wild breed of American dogs. Recently many have been caught in the Memphis area, but since they don’t trust humans, they are usually put down. I bought Taz home and it took a week before she would even let me touch her and even longer before she would let my son touch her. For months she just endured our touch. Now, after many years she is spoiled to death and wouldn’t think about being outside when it is too warm or too cold–and forget about laying on the carpet without a pillow!

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    • 13. bjtaylorblog  |  December 10, 2010 at 9:03 pm

      Toni,
      You are so sweet to love Taz through her tough times. I think my female peep is going to look back one day and say the same thing about me.
      I hope I turn out to be just like Taz. It’s something to aspire to, don’t you think?
      Charlie Bear

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  • 14. Kimi  |  December 10, 2010 at 4:02 pm

    That’s quite a few changes in a short amount of time. Made my mind spin a little bit 😉 I hope you are spinning less in your new home, and getting along better with other dogs.

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    • 15. bjtaylorblog  |  December 10, 2010 at 9:08 pm

      Kimi,
      Those first few days at foster care were tumultuous (how’s that for a big word for a dog?). I’m doing better with my new peeps, but still spin when I’m overly tired, just like a little kid. I’m working on that.
      Thanks for following my story. I know you’re an expert in raising CCI dogs, so I love your comments. How’s Emilio doing in Advanced Training?
      Hugs from Charlie Bear

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  • 16. Yvonne Olson  |  December 10, 2010 at 2:52 pm

    Charlie,

    I can understand to a point, how you feel about not being able to run free. My owners and helpers keep a close eye on me, so I don’t run into the street when we are outside. Sometimes I wish I did have a closed yard, just so I can run and play and not have to be watched every time I want to go outside.

    Oh, and the tail chasing thing…you’ll grow out of it. Take it from a 3 year old miniature golden doodle. ;O)

    Have a great Christmas Charlie Bear!

    The Lovely Lucy

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    • 17. bjtaylorblog  |  December 10, 2010 at 9:13 pm

      Lovely Lucy,
      You like to run into the street too? My female peep had to buy me a harness thingy because I dart out toward cars when we walk on the sidewalk and she was worried I’d come right out of my collar and she’d lose me. It was scary for her. I think it’s ingrained in my genes or something to chase cars.
      Thanks for telling me about the tail chasing thing. Do you really think I’ll outgrow it? I guess if you did, a Golden Doodle, a Terrier Mix can do it too.
      Happy Holidays,
      Charlie Bear

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