I thought getting a puppy was a great idea. You didn't. You were right; I was wrong. I mean, I had all sorts of justifications and reasons supporting my decision, but turns out, I should've thought a little harder about it.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I don't like the dog or that I want to get rid of him. Nope. I'm not saying that at all. I'm just saying that I've made wiser decisions in my life.
My original justifications for getting a dog included the rock-solid reason of "Puppies are Cute." Rock. Freaking. Solid. And you know what? Charlie is cute. He's super cute . . . when he's not chewing up magazines, stealing socks and hiding them under the bed, climbing up on the kitchen table to eat Gavin's dinner while I stole off to the bathroom for five seconds, sneaking off to the basement with a shoe so he can nibble on it without getting caught, and so on.
I mean, I'll be honest. He's a pretty good dog . . . when he's sleeping. And he sleeps pretty well . . . when I take him on a long walk or a two-mile run and tire his ass out. Just to clarify, though, when I say "walk" I mean he pulls on his leash so hard that he almost passes out from choking himself. And me, I'm trying to pretend that I have some control of the situation - which I clearly don't.
Gavin loves to play with him . . . most of time. Except when Gavin's tired and Charlie tries to lick the skin off of his face or body slam him to the ground. And, Gavin's not really a fan when Charlie drops whatever dog toy he's chewing on in favor of one of Gavin's toys. It goes something like this: Gavin screams, "Mommy! Help me! Charlie has my toy!" while Charlie runs around the house, evading both Gavin and I at every turn. And looking so freaking proud of himself. Look at me. I have a toy in my mouth. Look at what I got.
He is a sweet guy though. He loves to snuggle and be around people - just like a typical lab. He did learn how to jump up on my bed, though. This means that I often wake up to find him laying across my neck. Practically suffocating me. Or he lays on me head. Such a sweetheart.
So, it boils down to this. I like the dog; he's sweet. And he'll