Poor Puppy

Dear Charlie,

I am really sorry that I posted about trying to get rid of you. It probably wasn't the nicest of things....and maybe it wasn't your fault. We both know you aren't too bright. There, we said it. Maybe you were confused when you unloaded in the nursery. After all, there are trees painted on the wall. Maybe you thought you were outside? Maybe you don't bark excessively, you have a case of turrets? Maybe we should look into some sort of testing then?

But, in trying to get back in my good graces, it probably wasn't the best idea to go outside and bring in every single tick in a 5 mile radius. This might be another time that we are just having a little miscommunication. See, you may not know that I don't enjoy seeing huge, bloated ticks on my bedroom floor. The only thing that better be drunk in my bedroom is me....not something that just feasted off your blood. (And, yes, insert any Twilight comment here.)

See? we are discussing this and getting it all out there in a friendly way....Something else you might not be aware of, is that while The Husband was gone, and you were sleeping on his pillows, not the best idea to leave a few of those suckers behind you on your pillow.

Or under the covers crawling on my leg.

Twice....therefore forcing me to sleep on the couch after vacuuming my bedroom for an hour.

Surely you understand why I have forced you to be a dog and sit on the floor rather than on the couch. And I don't have to explain to you why I refuse to pet you because my increasing case of the crawlies and itching is making my skin raw.

Even if it is really all Jock's fault, I still have to blame you because he is so old and basically grandfathered in. You understand.

Love,

Mom