I came home from work one day and my husband was sitting on the stoop trying to hide a puppy behind his back. When I got out of the car and approached, he showed the 3 month old puppy to me and said, "look what wandered into our yard!" The puppy was a little fluffy furball, all yellow, except some black around his nose. I said, "he's funny looking."
We canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he came from; who his owners were. No one had seen him before. After hanging around our house for about a week, he disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. Again, we canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he went. One neighbor said he had called animal control to come and pick him up. It was at that moment we discovered how heartbroken we were and right then we knew we wanted him for our own.
We kept looking until we found him again and then he became part of our family for the next 10 years.
We think Charley was part Chow-Chow and part German Shepherd. He was a friend to all he met. He was always happy, always loving, patient, and kind, without an aggressive bone in his body.
Charley had a lot of hair and was usually hot in the summer, so we bought him a baby pool and he loved to lay in it to cool off.
Some silly nicknames we had for him were, Charley-Arley-Darley and because his hair made him look a lot larger than he was, my dad called him Acre A$$.
We had two children and Charley let them climb all over him. All he ever did was lick them constantly.
Charley loved to play tug of war with a rag and he would toss the rag in the air and play with it himself. He accepted any animal as his friend. He enjoyed our cats and all neighborhood dogs. We called him "Good-Time Charley."
One Friday morning, right before I was leaving for work, the children were in the yard playing rag with Charley. I had forgot something and went inside for just a moment to retrieve it. Our neighbor was running late for work and her two large dogs were chasing her car out our subdivision road. She was trying to outrun them (down this one-lane gravel road). Charley saw the two dogs coming and ran down to the edge of the road to greet them. The driver swerved off the road and into our yard to avoid hitting one of her dogs who darted in front of her car on its way to visit with Charley. The driver accidentally hit Charley with her vehicle.
At that exact moment, I exited the house and was horrified to see Charley thrown from the impact and rolled in the grass (and my two children, ages 2 and 4, were watching also). I screamed and ran to his side. He tried to get up and was struggling. I immediately rushed him to the vet. He died once, but they were able to revive him. I visited him on Saturday, he wasn't doing well. I wanted to stay with him at the vets. I wanted to sleep on the floor beside his cage and pet him and comfort him.
He died on Sunday and we were all left brokenhearted. My children mourned his loss, especially my four year old daughter, who cried for him regularly for about a year, especially when it was time to go to bed. We framed several pictures of her with Charley to keep beside her bed. Whenever she went to spend the night anywhere else, she always took a picture of Charley with her to tuck under her pillow.
Our neighbor was filled with guilt and remorse. From then on, she no longer let her dogs run free, she no longer let them chase cars, and she no longer sped on the one-lane gravel road.
About a year later, another yellow puppy wandered into our life; his name was Jack.
We canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he came from; who his owners were. No one had seen him before. After hanging around our house for about a week, he disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. Again, we canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he went. One neighbor said he had called animal control to come and pick him up. It was at that moment we discovered how heartbroken we were and right then we knew we wanted him for our own.
We kept looking until we found him again and then he became part of our family for the next 10 years.
We think Charley was part Chow-Chow and part German Shepherd. He was a friend to all he met. He was always happy, always loving, patient, and kind, without an aggressive bone in his body.
Charley had a lot of hair and was usually hot in the summer, so we bought him a baby pool and he loved to lay in it to cool off.
Some silly nicknames we had for him were, Charley-Arley-Darley and because his hair made him look a lot larger than he was, my dad called him Acre A$$.
We had two children and Charley let them climb all over him. All he ever did was lick them constantly.
Charley loved to play tug of war with a rag and he would toss the rag in the air and play with it himself. He accepted any animal as his friend. He enjoyed our cats and all neighborhood dogs. We called him "Good-Time Charley."
One Friday morning, right before I was leaving for work, the children were in the yard playing rag with Charley. I had forgot something and went inside for just a moment to retrieve it. Our neighbor was running late for work and her two large dogs were chasing her car out our subdivision road. She was trying to outrun them (down this one-lane gravel road). Charley saw the two dogs coming and ran down to the edge of the road to greet them. The driver swerved off the road and into our yard to avoid hitting one of her dogs who darted in front of her car on its way to visit with Charley. The driver accidentally hit Charley with her vehicle.
At that exact moment, I exited the house and was horrified to see Charley thrown from the impact and rolled in the grass (and my two children, ages 2 and 4, were watching also). I screamed and ran to his side. He tried to get up and was struggling. I immediately rushed him to the vet. He died once, but they were able to revive him. I visited him on Saturday, he wasn't doing well. I wanted to stay with him at the vets. I wanted to sleep on the floor beside his cage and pet him and comfort him.
He died on Sunday and we were all left brokenhearted. My children mourned his loss, especially my four year old daughter, who cried for him regularly for about a year, especially when it was time to go to bed. We framed several pictures of her with Charley to keep beside her bed. Whenever she went to spend the night anywhere else, she always took a picture of Charley with her to tuck under her pillow.
Our neighbor was filled with guilt and remorse. From then on, she no longer let her dogs run free, she no longer let them chase cars, and she no longer sped on the one-lane gravel road.
About a year later, another yellow puppy wandered into our life; his name was Jack.
I came home from work one day and my husband was sitting on the stoop trying to hide a puppy behind his back. When I got out of the car and approached, he showed the 3 month old puppy to me and said, "look what wandered into our yard!" The puppy was a little fluffy furball, all yellow, except some black around his nose. I said, "he's funny looking."
We canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he came from; who his owners were. No one had seen him before. After hanging around our house for about a week, he disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. Again, we canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he went. One neighbor said he had called animal control to come and pick him up. It was at that moment we discovered how heartbroken we were and right then we knew we wanted him for our own.
We kept looking until we found him again and then he became part of our family for the next 10 years.
We think Charley was part Chow-Chow and part German Shepherd. He was a friend to all he met. He was always happy, always loving, patient, and kind, without an aggressive bone in his body.
Charley had a lot of hair and was usually hot in the summer, so we bought him a baby pool and he loved to lay in it to cool off.
Some silly nicknames we had for him were, Charley-Arley-Darley and because his hair made him look a lot larger than he was, my dad called him Acre A$$.
We had two children and Charley let them climb all over him. All he ever did was lick them constantly.
Charley loved to play tug of war with a rag and he would toss the rag in the air and play with it himself. He accepted any animal as his friend. He enjoyed our cats and all neighborhood dogs. We called him "Good-Time Charley."
One Friday morning, right before I was leaving for work, the children were in the yard playing rag with Charley. I had forgot something and went inside for just a moment to retrieve it. Our neighbor was running late for work and her two large dogs were chasing her car out our subdivision road. She was trying to outrun them (down this one-lane gravel road). Charley saw the two dogs coming and ran down to the edge of the road to greet them. The driver swerved off the road and into our yard to avoid hitting one of her dogs who darted in front of her car on its way to visit with Charley. The driver accidentally hit Charley with her vehicle.
At that exact moment, I exited the house and was horrified to see Charley thrown from the impact and rolled in the grass (and my two children, ages 2 and 4, were watching also). I screamed and ran to his side. He tried to get up and was struggling. I immediately rushed him to the vet. He died once, but they were able to revive him. I visited him on Saturday, he wasn't doing well. I wanted to stay with him at the vets. I wanted to sleep on the floor beside his cage and pet him and comfort him.
He died on Sunday and we were all left brokenhearted. My children mourned his loss, especially my four year old daughter, who cried for him regularly for about a year, especially when it was time to go to bed. We framed several pictures of her with Charley to keep beside her bed. Whenever she went to spend the night anywhere else, she always took a picture of Charley with her to tuck under her pillow.
Our neighbor was filled with guilt and remorse. From then on, she no longer let her dogs run free, she no longer let them chase cars, and she no longer sped on the one-lane gravel road.
About a year later, another yellow puppy wandered into our life; his name was Jack.
We canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he came from; who his owners were. No one had seen him before. After hanging around our house for about a week, he disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. Again, we canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone knew where he went. One neighbor said he had called animal control to come and pick him up. It was at that moment we discovered how heartbroken we were and right then we knew we wanted him for our own.
We kept looking until we found him again and then he became part of our family for the next 10 years.
We think Charley was part Chow-Chow and part German Shepherd. He was a friend to all he met. He was always happy, always loving, patient, and kind, without an aggressive bone in his body.
Charley had a lot of hair and was usually hot in the summer, so we bought him a baby pool and he loved to lay in it to cool off.
Some silly nicknames we had for him were, Charley-Arley-Darley and because his hair made him look a lot larger than he was, my dad called him Acre A$$.
We had two children and Charley let them climb all over him. All he ever did was lick them constantly.
Charley loved to play tug of war with a rag and he would toss the rag in the air and play with it himself. He accepted any animal as his friend. He enjoyed our cats and all neighborhood dogs. We called him "Good-Time Charley."
One Friday morning, right before I was leaving for work, the children were in the yard playing rag with Charley. I had forgot something and went inside for just a moment to retrieve it. Our neighbor was running late for work and her two large dogs were chasing her car out our subdivision road. She was trying to outrun them (down this one-lane gravel road). Charley saw the two dogs coming and ran down to the edge of the road to greet them. The driver swerved off the road and into our yard to avoid hitting one of her dogs who darted in front of her car on its way to visit with Charley. The driver accidentally hit Charley with her vehicle.
At that exact moment, I exited the house and was horrified to see Charley thrown from the impact and rolled in the grass (and my two children, ages 2 and 4, were watching also). I screamed and ran to his side. He tried to get up and was struggling. I immediately rushed him to the vet. He died once, but they were able to revive him. I visited him on Saturday, he wasn't doing well. I wanted to stay with him at the vets. I wanted to sleep on the floor beside his cage and pet him and comfort him.
He died on Sunday and we were all left brokenhearted. My children mourned his loss, especially my four year old daughter, who cried for him regularly for about a year, especially when it was time to go to bed. We framed several pictures of her with Charley to keep beside her bed. Whenever she went to spend the night anywhere else, she always took a picture of Charley with her to tuck under her pillow.
Our neighbor was filled with guilt and remorse. From then on, she no longer let her dogs run free, she no longer let them chase cars, and she no longer sped on the one-lane gravel road.
About a year later, another yellow puppy wandered into our life; his name was Jack.
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