...with me, Charlie.
Yesterday Dad took me for a long long walk in the morning, all over the neighborhood. I was very good and stayed at Dad's side and almost never pulled at the leash. Even though we walked for almost a mile, however, I still wanted to play and play when I got home, and only took a short nap. Later, I snuck into the bathroom and pee'ed on the bathmat before Dad could scoop me up and race me outside. Mom came home at that moment and Dad tattled on me. Nevertheless, Mom took me for a second, shorter walk, where we met lots of strangers and a giant dump truck, which was very exciting. Then home again to not pee in the yard. Later, I pee'ed on the newspaper basket in the living room, which now has mysteriously disappeared. I ended the evening by falling asleep on my back in Mom's arms. Then it was up to my crate, where I was put to bed without a whimper (i AM good sometimes).
This morning, I made Dad stand in the rain forever while I did not poop. Then I came in the house and pooped in the living room. Ha ha, I kill myself!
This has been The Charlie Report.
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