charley stuart runge friedman

Charley has come a long way. After Chelsea the
Princess died, Suzy was distraught because they'd
lived together for 17 years or so. For six months
we looked for the right dog. We even drove a
couple of hours away one day because Suzy found
the right one on the web. The right one, of
course, was black and white, a female, had a long
snout, and was Chelsea. So when I finally told
Suzy that I'd help, she was not too sure how
helpful I'd be, but she relented. I went to Pet Pal
Animal Shelter to look for the above dog (which
didn't exist, you understand.). When I got there I
explained everything that Suzy wanted in a dog,
and they just said there is no such dog here, but
check out this "special" (they really said that) dog
we have in the back. We separated him because
my mother in law might take him, the owner
said. Well, they took him straight outside where
his little pee yellow self ran to make a poo. As
he finished he lifted his back leg for emphasis, or
more pushing power, and then he finished. He
ran straight over to me and ran up my leg; he
then diddled right on my leg while I held him. I
was in love. I called Suzy to tell her I found the
right dog, and she said send a picture, which I
did. When I got home, she looked me in the eyes
and asked, "Is that the best you can do?" She met
him the next day, and the rest is history.

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charley stuart runge
friedman

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Charley likes him some bed and pillow
time.

But he also likes to be about the
town. Like me, he is a jeans kind of
guy.

And you can see where he gets
his good looking hair do and
fat snout from.

And he really loves his little brother, Alfie Henry Runge Friedman.