DOXIE TAILS 12

DOXIE TAILS 12 Charlie Brown aka CBWieneeDogg

Charlie Brown’s Weekend Adventure . . .

According to Mommy

Charlie Brown and his daddy were looking forward to pawesome BOYS ONLY weekend. As soon as Mommy left Friday morning to teach in Traverse City, Charlie and Daddy looked at each other, slightly confused looks flickering across their faces. Suddenly, they gave each other a big “high paws!” and got ready for a day at the office.

        Friday was a busy day, it was. After Daddy put on a suit and gave Charlie a quick brush, they were off to work. Daddy was in and out of meetings and all day but luckily, Charlie’s office (a.k.a. donut bed and blanky) is under Daddy’s desk. So Daddy could concentrate better, Charlie looked at the intern: Hey you, clear my appointments and pencil me in for a long, hard nap. After work, Daddy and Charlie headed over to Karl and Buster’s house. While Daddy and Karl played X-Box, Charlie and Buster talked pawlosophy and pawlitics over a bowl of Milk Bones. That night, Charlie got Mommy’s side of the bed all to himself. I could get used to this, Charlie thought to himself with a stretch and a yawn.

Saturday went much like Friday. Charlie and Daddy slept in, enjoyed a brisk walk, and it was off to the office again to do some accounting. Charlie LOVES accounting because he gets to snooze on Daddy’s lap the whole time, though every now and then he gives Daddy a nudge or a snuffle when he punches the numbers in wrong. After work, Daddy said, “We’re spending the night at Gramma and Grampa’s so we can keep an eye on the house while they’re out of town. That okay with you?” Charlie thought, Excellent idea, Pops, ‘speshully since I haven’t run the perimeter in a couple days. Gotta keep those wabbits in line. “But first,” said Daddy, “we gotta stop at our house.”

        On the way home, Daddy stopped at the gas station to fill up. While he went inside to pay for the gas, Charlie hopped over to the driver’s seat. Daddy never lets me drive, Charlie grumbled as he tried to look over the wheel. Hmmm, can’t reach, Charlie thought as he stretched a paw to the gas pedal. Suddenly, the scent of something delicious wafted in through the open door. Turbo-charged snoutage detecting salted pork product! Must investigate! Charlie slunk to the edge of the seat and delicately sniffed the air when he spied Daddy heading back to the car. Oops, not allowed in da driver’s seat! And into the backseat Charlie hopped, looking as innocent as could be. He’ll never know I twied to steal da car! Charlie chuckled to himself. Luckily, Daddy was on the phone and didn’t seem to notice the snout marks on the steering wheel.

A few minutes later Charlie and Daddy pulled up to the house. Daddy was still on the phone and left the door open as he ran in to pack up a few things. Dad, I gotta take a wee, thought Charlie, but Daddy had already disappeared into the house. Fine, I’ll take myself out, huffed Charlie, and he hopped out of the car to take care of business on the lawn. Hmmm, Houston, we have a problem, mused Charlie when he returned to the car. Dat looked shorter jumping down, noted Charlie as he looked up at the seat, then down woefully at his short, stubby legs. He sighed then went into the house to ask Daddy for a boost. OOOH, bully stick! thought Charlie as he spied Mommy’s latest present in the sun room. Nom nom nom went Charlie until he heard the click of the now-closed sun room door. What da what?! thought Charlie, as he watched Daddy walk away into the garage. Then he heard Daddy start the car. Um, Daddy? thought Charlie as he jumped on the couch in time to see Daddy pull away. Charlie began to let out a whine when he caught sight of the bully stick, then happily jumped off the couch to continue nomming.

        Charlie was just getting to a juicy part when suddenly he heard Daddy’s car again, screeching into the driveway. Then Daddy tearing back into the house frantically calling his name, “Charlie! Where are you Charlie!!” I’m in here, doofus, thought Charlie as waved a paw from   

    behind the French doors. With many impatient sighs, Charlie watched as Daddy darted from room to room, flipping on all the lights and calling, “Charlie! Charlie!” while looking under blankies and piles of laundry he was supposed to fold yesterday. OVER HERE! thought Charlie, smooshing his snout against the window. Suddenly, Daddy stopped and exclaimed, “The gas station!” and tore out of the house again. Seriously? Charlie thought, then he sighed as he ambled his way back to his bully stick, halfheartedly resuming his nomming.

A few hours later, Charlie sat whining at the French doors. Daddy, where are you? thought Charlie as he pressed a paw against the window. A few hours after that: I can’t believe Daddy went to Gramma and Grampa’s wiffout me. I wanna sleep in the BIG bed! pouted Charlie as he pawed reluctantly at his doggy cushion.

The next morning, Charlie woke to the sound of his name being called from outside. He hopped up on the couch to see the neighbors in the front yard. I’m right here and I am ready for breakfast, pweeze! thought Charlie, but they ignored him and wandered down the street still calling for him. Time to take matters into my own paws, thought Charlie, and he started pawing and nosing at the French door. What have we here? he thought as the door began to edge open bit by bit. Hmmm, just one more push . . . and suddenly Charlie was free! But where was Daddy? Whatever, man. He owes me BIG time, thought Charlie as he lapped eagerly at his water bowl. He ran a perimeter check around the house, fought a half-hearted battle with Squeaky Squirrel, and settled back in the sun room with his bully stick.

       

Charlie was in the middle of an afternoon snooze when he woke with a start to the sound of the garage door creaking open. Daddy? Momma? Intruder? wondered Charlie as he waited warily in the sun room. Then Mommy walked in, quietly crying and murmuring Charlie’s name. Hi Mommy! It’s about time! Gimme cookie! thought Charlie happily, sitting up on his cushion as Mommy stumbled into the bedroom with her luggage. When Charlie leapt up from the bed to do a body shake, he heard his mommy go suddenly still. He stilled, too, looking around and wondering what she was listening for. Then he heard her crying again, gently calling his name like her heart had broken. Dude, I’m coming. You guys kept me waiting all night so take a chill pill, thought Charlie as he gave himself a brisk shake. He heard Mommy quiet again, and then gently, “Charlie?” I’m right here, Momma, thought Charlie, and he moseyed out of the sun room just as Mommy tentatively crept out of the bedroom, her eyes wide with cautious hope. Mommy and Charlie stood at looked at each other, Charlie’s tail wagging happily as he thought, Hi Mommy! Why you cwyin’?

Suddenly, Mommy was on the floor, scooping Charlie up in her arms, snuggling and crying and laughing all at the same time. “Charlie, Charlie, is it you? Is it really you?” Yes, it’s me, Mom, it’s me! and Charlie kissed her face all over. Don’t be sad, I missed you muches! Why you cwyin’? Charlie thought as he licked her teary face clean. Mommy quickly

got on the phone to call Daddy over at Gramma and Grampa’s house. “He’s here! He’s here!” was all Charlie could make out because she was crying all over again.

Mommy and Charlie danced happily together in the living room, then she went into the kitchen to gave Charlie the biggest chuck of cheese he’d ever been allowed to have all to himself. He looked up at her, wide-eyed in disbelief. Really? All for me? “Yes, all for you,” said Mommy, and she cried happily as Charlie nommed and nommed and nommed on his yummy cheese. When Charlie finished, Mommy scooped him up into her arms again, then quick as a blink, they were in the car heading over to Gramma and Grampa’s for another happy, cheesy reunion with Daddy.

Charlie Brown’s Big Adventure . . . According to Daddy

Charlie Brown and his daddy were looking forward to pawesome BOYS ONLY weekend. As soon as Mommy left Friday morning to teach in Traverse City, Charlie and Daddy looked at each other,

gave each other a big “high paws!” and got ready for a day at the office.

Charlie supervised while Daddy led the day’s meetings. The next day, they started all over again. After work, Daddy said, “We’re spending the night at Gramma and Grampa’s so we can keep an eye on the house while they’re out of town. That okay with you?” Charlie thought, Excellent idea, Pops. “But first,” said Daddy, “we gotta stop at our house.”

On the way to the house, Daddy stopped at the gas station to fill up. Suddenly, the earth shook! Bright, green lights shone down from high in the sky! Suddenly, Daddy was being teleported into a spaceship and the aliens, weenie-friendly as they were, beamed Charlie safe and sound to the house. And the aliens did horrible things to Daddy, like implant a laundry-folding chip into his head. It was horrible!

“ . . . And then the aliens brought me back and now we’re         

all together and safe and Charlie is here and all that matters is that we’re together again and healthy and happy and by the way have I told you lately how

beautiful you are let’s go look at jewelry! “