“Something to Chew On” Charlie Bear with LAA #9

May 3, 2011 at 6:11 pm 11 comments

My experience at the big pet store was not a good one. My female peep used to take the big dog there all the time. He’d ride in the car with her whenever she had a chance to take him out, but with his sore hips and his torn ACL a while ago, getting in and out of the car is not easy for him. Poor guy. I have to pity him. Going for car rides are THE BEST!

FEMALE PEEP: “Come on, Charlie Bear, I’ll take you with me. We need to buy a harness that fits.”

Okay, it looked like I was getting that harness whether I liked it or not. Might as well enjoy the moment. We went to that big place and it smelled like dogs EVERYWHERE. At the bushes outside, at the front door, at the table where the treats were sold, down all the aisles we walked, I mean everywhere. I sniffed and scrambled and then I just had to do it. I marked the territory.

FEMALE PEEP: “Charlie, don’t!”

She saw the little puddle of yellow and then looked around, her eyes darting to the end of the aisle where a roll of toweling sat with some plastic gloves. Ahhhh…clean-up supplies. Guess I wasn’t the first to raise a leg.

Then a young chick came walking over. “Can I help you?” she said to my female peep. “I’ll hold your little guy’s leash while you clean up.” My female peep turned me over. Just like that. Well, it was my fault she had to wipe up after me, but what happened next was not good for me.

YOUNG CHICK AT PET STORE: “Come here Charlie Bear. Let’s say hello to this Boxer down this next aisle.”

No, you have got to be kidding. My female peep would not have done that, not with all the newness happening in my life. She wouldn’t have put me in front of a big Boxer that day, but this young thing did. And it wasn’t pretty. I growled and snapped at him. My female peep came running, blue plastic glove and all.

FEMALE PEEP: “He’s a rescue. Not too sure about him with other dogs right now.” 

My adrenaline was rushing and I was in fight mode. It’s a good thing they pulled me off that Boxer. I could have taken him down. Instead, when I walked in the door when we got home, I took it out on someone else instead.

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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!


Entry filed under: Charlie Chat, Dogs.

Golden Retriever from Heaven A Dog’s Pet Peeves About Humans

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  • 2. Marsha Hubler  |  May 7, 2011 at 12:40 pm

    Charlie Bear, This is Little Honey. I belong to my lady, Marsha Hubler. Could I ask you (woof!) why you call your humans “peeps?”
    Do they chirp? Squeak? Peep?
    Just wondering.
    P.S. Did you see my picture on my lady’s website in the PHOTOS link? I”m the one with the blonde hair. 🙂 Woof.


    • 3. bjtaylorblog  |  May 7, 2011 at 2:16 pm

      Hey there Little Honey. Good question! I had a really sweet, pretty lady who rescued me. I never got to know her long enough to give her a name, because she brought me to my foster home within a couple of days. I began to call my foster lady Mom and my foster guy Dad, but then wouldn’t you know it, they gave me to these new people who adopted me. I had no clue that I’d go through so many people in my life in such a short time. Don’t even mention my first lady and family who I thought loved me but they didn’t take care of me.
      So you asked why I call these new people peeps? I haven’t been with them long enough yet to want to call them Mom and Dad. I’d like to, but I’m not quite sure if I’m staying here–Is this my forever home? I’ve been a little terror, and I was a terror at the foster home. Do you think these people are going to keep me? I’m hopeful, and so I call them my peeps, sort of a shortcut to my “people.” I think I heard it on MTV or something. Not sure.
      But thanks for the comment. I’ll have my female peep look up your lady’s website so I can droll over your blonde fur.
      Woofs at you,
      Charlie Bear


  • 4. Alice  |  May 4, 2011 at 2:14 pm

    Charlie Bear have you & I got some mental telepethy going on between us? Mine started when my peep mom carried me out first thing yesterday morn to do ‘You know what’ and while out i thought i smelled something for ran all over yard with my nose to the dirt, but could not get any further than the end of my leash! nuts to that, one of these days i’m going to either break or come out of it. Anyway a dog a good ways away from me started barking and we exchanged tales for awhile til peepmom got tired of the fuss and started reigening me in; nevertheless i did not want to go, i was enjoying talking to the “Big Guy” across the way and kicking up grass & stuff with my hind legs, a ‘new trick’ i learned a few days before from my friend Coco; Peepmoms think its cute..

    By the way whom did you try to get down when you got back home? Rex?
    Try to be better Charlie Bear & I will to; so will see you on the flip side.. Beaugie.


    • 5. bjtaylorblog  |  May 4, 2011 at 5:53 pm

      You’ve got that right! Peep Moms do think it’s cute when we do the scratch, scratch in the grass. Oh, what pleasure they get from those little things! It’s a good thing they love us, huh?
      Stay tuned for more from me in the blog posts and about who or what I attacked when I got home. My bad!
      Woofs to you, Beaugie,
      Charlie Bear


  • 6. sara  |  May 4, 2011 at 12:49 pm

    Oh Charlie, you didn’t ? But having lived with you I know that of course you did. You are so lucky that not one, but two families believed in you enough to keep giving you chances. Most people aren’t as lucky as you have been. Vow to be better, please.


    • 7. bjtaylorblog  |  May 4, 2011 at 5:51 pm

      Dear Foster Mom, Sara,
      Yes, I didn’t like the Boxer at the big pet store. Hey, it wasn’t because he did anything to me, I was just stressed. It was the first few days in my new peeps’ house and I’d had it with new things. But my female peep didn’t hold it against me. Except when I got home I did something she didn’t like. Can’t blame her.
      Hugs to you, and I promise to do better,
      Charlie Bear


  • 8. Julie Garmon  |  May 4, 2011 at 7:26 am

    Charlie Bear, the thing is, you look so easy to get along with. I bet the chick at the store didn’t think twice before she took you. Maybe she’ll ask next time. 🙂 And maybe, just maybe next time you’ll be ready to meet a new friend. Getting a new harness was probably enough fun for one day!


    • 9. bjtaylorblog  |  May 4, 2011 at 10:10 am

      Julie, yeah, that chick thought I was so cute I couldn’t possibly be a Chucky in disguise. She was wrong. : )
      Woofs to Clyde,
      Charlie Bear


  • 10. Tiger  |  May 3, 2011 at 6:31 pm

    Poor Charlie. It can be really tough learning the rules. And you’d think people in a pet store would know better than to introduce you to other dogs without asking your peep first. Not condoning your behaviour, but at least it wasn’t your idea. Now after you got home…. shame on you.


    • 11. bjtaylorblog  |  May 4, 2011 at 7:06 am

      Tiger, so true! The chick in the pet store should not have done that. But, I shouldn’t have done what I did when I got home either. Her bad. My bad. I’m trying to do better.
      Woofs to you,
      Charlie Bear



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