I am not sure my mother knew it was an old Scots song, but as a child she would sing to me:
Charlie is my darling
my darling, my darling
Charlie is my darling
The young chevalier
In our house, we now sing that to the puppy who has been called Charlie. Why did no-one remind me that having a puppy is like having a new born? Sleepless nights, constant attention that they do not harm themselves, removing shoes (ok, babies are not quite so relentless with the shoe chewing).
Not that he is not the most adorable, bundle of fur. I have been too exhausted to do any fooling around on the internet which has proven to be a good thing.
Having not got to bed till 3am on Friday and then being up at 6.30am for work, I spent Friday in a haze of tiredness. Another sleepless night with a whining puppy had me carrying a migraine all Saturday but we seem a bit on track by today. In between puppy wrangling and the haze of tiredness I did some driving practice with my girl, cooked lamb shanks (summer has gone again) and watched a modicum of tv while playing with soft ears.
My daughter is about to go to class so I am going in total and overall command of puppy while trying to work. Eek
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Posted by: Reemski | Monday, 13 February 2012 at 05:48 PM
pupppeeeeeeeeeey love! i guess having seven means they sort of take care of themselves, didn't have sleepless nights due to them, but did have to kill an awful lot of snakes.
charlie hello!
Posted by: santos. | Wednesday, 15 February 2012 at 04:05 AM
Charlie certainly is a darling. I hope he is settling in.
Posted by: ganching | Wednesday, 15 February 2012 at 06:17 AM