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Dog Blogger Hop Intro

Thanks to Pup Love for hosting a fun blogger hop! We’re both “new” to this dog cyberworld, so it’ll be fun to read about fellow four-leggeds. Here’s my bio:

Name: Wes
Humans: Wendy (Mom) and Unnamed (Dad)
Other Furfriends who share my house:
Wilma (puppy), Duncan and Alfalfa (CATS)
Age: 7 or 8 years, the vet guesses
Location: Ann Arbor, Michigan
Breed: The look of a beagle, the silence of a non-beagle
How we met: Mom met me in the parking lot of McDonald’s along a highway. I hadn’t had a home in a while.
Best trick: I make food disappear.
Favorite toy: I hate to admit it, but Wilma’s growing on me. I grrr at her sometimes, but she’s kinda cute:


two beagles dressed for halloween

That's Wilma on the left and me on the right. Halloween 2010. (We don't normally dress up like this. Unless it's a Tuesday. Or Sunday.)

How ’bout you?


A case for bipartisanship.

Democats, Repupicans– it’s time we work together. No more “This is my food” or “I’m going to pee all over you.” Hath not we all have four legs? Most of us, anyway?

We should unite in our goal. WE MUST ALL EAT. As much as we can. As fast as we can. And, preferably, out of a can. (That stuff’s better; I know you agree.)

So let’s agree on our strengths. Cats: You are clever. Wise. Flexible. And able to get where I can’t reach. Dogs: We have sharp teeth. Read: We can pierce cans if you just get them to us. Okay? Deal?

Either we move forward together with our furry friends, or not at all. (Okay, that’s not true; I’m going for my walks with or without you. Just please, get me those cans, okay?)





Wordless Wednesday


Wordless Wednesday

beagle puppy with head tilted



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I admit it: I love my little sister.

Dear Readers (both of you):

I admit: when “Wilma” first walked in the door—rather, was carried through the door by my parents—I hated her. Hated her. Here she was, a tiny puppy with teeth a’nashing showing absolutely NO respect for me, a credentialed hound (Eradicating—not one—but two rabbits in 2010). Why was she here? She sure couldn’t snuggle; she’d bit you She certainly couldn’t warm your bed; she peed in it! She needed to learn not to take my food, not to jump all over like an idiot, not to chew mom and dad’s stuff. She had her own la-la food, made especially for her. To think: It had gravy! And though she only whimpered one night, it was A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G. A hound requires 23 hours of sleep, you know. So if we lose more than one, we can never catch up.

But now? I deal with less sleep. I mean… look at her.

Beagle puppy snuggling up to a furry cat

Wilma likes Duncan-- and with good reason: he's soft!

She’s awesome. Mom and dad rescued Wilma from Last Day Dog Rescue in Livonia, MI— a group of really dedicated volunteers that not only rescue dogs, but also they find responsible matches for the dogs through home visits and interviews. Here’s how she looked when they had her:


Beagle puppy 6 weeks old

Wilma, 6 weeks old.

You have to admit: She’s adorable. And I have to tell you, she’s funny, too; she gets the zoomies, just like me. She loves to eat, just like me. She enjoys sitting where I’ve sat, snoozing where I snooze, and going outside when that’s where I am. She tries hard not to wake me up, but sometimes can’t help herself; she loves me. And, well, I love her, too.

When she first got here, so many people asked mom or dad: “How does Wes like Wilma?” I wonder, did I seem that grouchy? Though I may tire faster than she does, she and I play a lot. (Every day, you can usually catch us at 2:30.) I’ve taught her where the cat litter is and how people at the door usually have something for us. But do I ever get angry with her? Of course. Sometimes anyway. For instance, her puppiness quickly loses its cute factor when it means my bed is soaked with pee or I get less food than I deserve. Or my favorite toy gets torn. Or my ears get hurt by her teeth. Or when… well, you get the point. But ultimately, at the end of the day—and the beginning of the next, Wilma is a great gal. I love you my little sister, Wilma Dog Dora.


Please note: Feelings expressed are valid only in the moment expressed, and the author reserves the option to change his mind later.

Oooh– and would you please VOTE FOR WILMA? Her rescue organization will get some moola if she wins.  Thanks!

Wordless Wednesday

beagle puppy giving a woman a kiss

Wilma, my li'l sis. (She's the one on the left.)

Pet Blogger Challenge

Edie Jarolim with “Am I Boring My Dog?” (a.k.a., and Amy Burkert at put out a challenge to all pet bloggers–hooray for us! So here’s my reply.

1. When did you begin your blog?

Er… fall 2010?

2. What was your original purpose for starting a blog?

My mom is a little koo-koo-crazy about me and my li’l sis, Wilma– so this blog serves as my therapy. Cheap therapy. I get away from her to converse with OTHERS, and she? I’m not sure what she’s doing exactly.

3. Is your current purpose the same?


4. Do you blog on a schedule or as the spirit moves you?

Since my walkies, my three meals, my play times and my way-too-infrequent-treatsies are all scheduled willy-nilly, so, too are my blogging times. But I’d like to change this in the future. CharlieBears on the hour, every hour, please. And blogging thrice a week.

5. Are you generating income from your blog?

Income? What’s that?

6. What do you like most about blogging in general and your blog in particular (bragging is good!)?

I like the support I get from all you peeps, especially when it comes to dealing with Wilma– my li’l 6 month old sister pup. She’s a handful. And I like talking about the good stuff I find.

7. What do you like least?

I don’t like least.

8. How do you see your blog changing or growing in 2011?

I’d like it to change into a big bowl of chow. That notwithstanding, I hope I’ll make more friends. Arooo! Thanks, Edie and Amy!

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