Two weeks passed and I haven’t written a word. My trip to Canada without the dog was hectic and those promised stories about young Charlie never materialized. In the week since I got home, I recovered from that trip and then snatched Elizabeth away for a few nights away – again without the pup. And guess what, we leave again on Thursday – again sans Chihuahua. At least he’s being well taken care of in my absence.

But today, a Labor Day without work or worries, I’ve got him right where I want him – sleeping on the floor by my side waiting for me to finish up silly stuff like writing this blog…