Here is the thing about puppies. You can't just go look at them and then go home, which was our plan all along back in October. "Lets just go look, husband!, said I. We walked into the door at breaders and he ran up to us and practically jumped into our arms! It killed me. When we left, we drove one block away and I said to husband, "Wait! Stop! We can't lllleeeaaavvveee him!"
He shot us with these puppy eyes (I call them "zingers", because I am both clever and whitty) and we couldn't resist him. I get zinged with these on a daily basis and can barely say no. I am going to be so bad once we start having actual human babies.
So here is the real story for my bloggity blog today. Since our puppy was unplanned (hehe) and we had a trip home for Christmas planned since September we decided we need to bring him home with us. So, the weekend before I decided to do a load of laundry of Charlie related things in preparation for our travels home-towels, ugly Christmas sweaters (of course) AND a Charlie blanket.
The blanket was a last minute decision. A brilliant one at that. It was one of those throw blankets that I have had for years with no tag. A tag that probably would have said something like, "dry clean only" or "never put this in the washing machine." Instead, I ended up with a murderish looking scene in my washing machine. Oh, did I mention the blanket was maroon.
Besides for the blanket bits all over the place everything in the washing machine was died a nice shade of maroon. That was fun. Luckily, as mentioned before this load was all of Charlie's things, and not something of great value. But still. This WOULD happen to me. I didn't have any other solution to this mess except for a willing husband and a vaccum arm.
Eeeek soo squishylilpuppyfreakinface!
