The first pic I saw of Charlie.
Two years ago today I got a text from my friend--I figured it was a text wishing me happy birthday, but inside was a picture of this six month old (vet's guess) 4-pound puppy with long, matted hair. She said he was thrown out of a car and was so scared. Luckily, my friend saw this and scooped him up before anything worse could happen. I was the only friend of hers who didn't have pets, and she wanted to know if I wanted him. I was definitely not an animal person, but my heart said otherwise. Usually, my Libra-self has a hard time making decisions, and I will debate the pros and cons for as long as possible. But this time I had no hesitation, just a "yes."
It was the best decision I've ever made. And the best birthday present ever.
After his first bath. His fur had never been cut and was severely matted.
After his first vet visit. Despite being malnourished, having stomach parasites
and getting his shots, he was all smiles.
Two years later and he weighs 8.5 pounds. This Morkie has stolen my heart.
Three days after I got him, I was talking to a friend about Charlie Brown.
He looked up at me and that was it--he's a Charlie. Here he is with his Great Pumpkin.
After one year. He's half Maltese, half Yorkie, and all love.
The closest we'll get to a family photo--he looks aggravated because I'm always taking his pic.
Need proof? Check out my 29490 pics of him on my Instagram (ElleSees).
The sweetest, cutest pup ever.
I'm off celebrating my birthday at Disney World, but will resume posting on Monday. To keep up with my adventures (or just to see more pics of Charlie Brown) add me on Instagram (ElleSees).
Have a great weekend!