Oh, I thought people knew. Charlie went to live with my stepbrother in his condo/apartment about 2 hours away from me. He was a basset hound and he shed a lot and smelled funny so my mom wouldn't let him out of the dining room. He didn't have room to run and he was too big to play with Riley. He seemed depressed and not happy. It was really hard to make the decision (I am tearing up right now just talking about it) but I knew that Charlie would be happier with my stepbrother and the run of his house. And I made the right decision. Jake walks Charlie every day and they spend a lot of time together. Charlie's happy, and knowing that, I'm happy. Thanks for asking about him.
Thanks for the compliment on my Yorkies. They are the loves of my life and I don't know what I would do without them. |