New Roommate

For years (I mean YEARS... Decades, even) I've wanted a dog. I begged my parents to let me get one as a kid. When they informed me that we couldn't have a dog because my dad was allergic, eight-year-old me considered trading in my father for a puppy. In retrospect, I am sure that I made the right choice in keeping my father. But now that I'm living alone, in an apartment complex that allows them, I have FINALLY gotten my dream: my own dog.


Meet Charlie (Charles W., officially) my new roommate/furry friend. He's a two-month-old Goldendoodle, which is a mix of a golden retriever and a poodle. He's less allergenic than most dogs because of the poodle blood, and he's absolutely adorable. Definitely a cuddle bug. He follows me around the apartment and cuddles up next to me when I hold still. When I don't hold still, he just sits on my feet. I'm sure there will be more stories later, but for now I'm going to bed. I hope his whining in the crate doesn't keep me up all night!