Lately I have been having a hard time finding inspiration. And I happened to read in a book, which I can’t recall the title for I am finding out I am only able to read a blurp here and there if that because of MISS ENERGETIC CHARLEY, and it read something about sometimes it only…
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Charley’s title “LAST ONE STANDING” reign is over

Ok, so this is quite spectacular and almost unbelievable.  We have been exploring quite a lot lately and this night decided to walk UP the hill away from the apartment to another neighborhood and to a Trader Joe's.  This one is located in Eastlake, and is by far larger and roomier than the University District Trader Joe's.  We had stopped by there briefly to buy some water and some ale.  T.J's have these 6 packs of ale or IPA that are only $4.99, about $5, and some change out the door. Boatswain and Simple Times.  I bought the Boatswain Chocolate Stout because I find the Boatswain H.L.V. ale a bit harsh on my stomach. Maybe because the H.L.V. stands for Heavy Lift Vessel.  That is kinda how my stomach felt after drinking a few of them last time. Plus, I still had a few left in the fridge along with the Simple Times.  But, they do taste pretty good and they taste better when dealing with a tight budget.  Oh, and we also tried to sell some Real Change papers, but it was a bit late, and we still hadn't ran around.

We walked into the neighborhood and I've seen the school there before, but this time this gal came out between the chainlink fence of the play yard with this absolutely adorable yellow Labrador puppy that Charley just found SOOO SOOO FUN.  I asked how old her cute adorable puppy was.  "Two."  Two? Oh my gosh.  She had the still waggly little puppy tail and the goofy puppy face. 
So, those two went from mild to super fun-play-date right in the middle of the street.  I said it was too bad they didn't meet at a more opportune spot.  She told me they'd just come from the playground at the school, and there are groups that kind of come later after school to let their dog run around.
PERFECT.  So, we both said we'd see each other hopefully again, and onward Charley and I went to see this playground.
It was a bit after 9, kinda late, but we weren't far from home. We happened to see this lone figure with a dog sitting at their feet.  Immediately Charley, who thinks EVERYBODY loves her, and she LOVES everybody, pounces over to them.  Instant spontaneous combustion.  Non-stop.  They were chasing, running, boxing, wrestling, stopping to pant, run, run, wrestle...ball...ball....I told the owner that Charley was always the last dog standing, anywhere, anytime.
We started talking and I asked Robin, the owner's name I learned, about her dog, which she'd named Gecko.  Gecko had a harness on with little geckos on it, so I thought that was cute..  I didn't know how old Gecko was, but she looked as if she was really old and blind because it seemed as if both eyes were totally white from age.  She turned out to be only 5, and that her eyes were just naturally "ice", the way Robin explained them.  I've never seen eyes like Gecko's before.  She went on to tell me how she got her, which is ALWAYS a great conversation starter, and this was her real first dog of her own, and of course, a rescue.  I swear, every dog we've met have been a rescue.  That is why it is so hard for me to say Charley was from Craigslist.  6 wks old.  500 dollars.  Sounds kinda old school anymore, (CRAIGSLIST) but I don't think I can attach the "rescue" title on her.  She told me that she'd lived in Seattle for a long time, but had never been to Hawaii, where Gecko came from.  So, her and her partner decided to cut out the middle man and go to Hawaii and get Gecko themselves.  That way, it was like hitting ( don't want to say killing) 2 dogs with one stone.  Or that's birds, I think. Killing two birds, one stone.  
So she told me how they stayed with one of the shelter people, got to travel around the island, flew back with Gecko, and she has been awesome.  She'd had 4 litters of puppies (poor girl) so she believes that is why she is so tolerant towards all ages, and all breeds of dogs.  She's able to be playful, but yet reprimand and remain very respectable all in one swoop.
She was also telling me how she'd cook a whole chicken in the crockpot, and cook it, take the bones out, put vinegar on the bones (?) and cook those longer, then she'd throw the bones in a blender and make a pate.  That way she could really say her dog can eat a whole chicken.  Because she really has.  I thought that was kind of interesting.  I told her my little thing about filling the hollow beef bones full with pate and freezing them and giving them to Charley. 
In the middle of us explaining our newly found dog tricks and treats, all the running had ceased.  Gecko was right beside Robin, standing.  I looked behind me and way, way, way across the field sat Charley.  Well, lying on her belly.  Both ears were erect, though, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and she was panting.  But she wasn't running.  Barking.  STANDING.  Just staring.  
Robin said to me, "well, I guess now she is not officially the last dog standing!"  I said, "Oh my gosh.  You are right.  No longer can I claim that title!"
So, yes, she was beaten.  At her own game.  She had nothing to say. She actually trotted up to me quite quickly and was wanting to go home in the worst way.
We finally got home.  She jumped on the bed.  And passed out.  Her leash wasn't even off of her.
I no longer have the LAST ONE STANDING anymore.  There is a new reigning champion.  Gecko.


I Took Charlie out to where we usually goes labyrinth and what not and she’s feeling like yourself in this phone and like we are getting our stuff to go and like she took after that after his buddy and I have not seen her know it’s been like an hour and a half and I’m just posting this because I don’t know what I mean in June I don’t know where she’s at and I’m freaking out so just please send some love any help

She’s back

I read somewhere when there are large gaps between journal entries is actually a time in growth that might be recognized later. I’ve recognized…SHE’s BACK!!!! All healed and all herder!!!!

I never finished this post because what I was going to say is during the time she was recuperating from her surgery I was able to catch up on a few things, go shopping in stores that weren’t as fun as if she were with me. I started catching up on my paper journaling, and actually painted my nails and busted out my bead box and made a necklace or two. I was really getting into reading other people’s thoughts and blogs and was on the tip of slightly figuring out this WordPress stuff. So now when I say she’s back, I really mean SHE’S BACK. I swear, it’s like her body just got juiced up and she’s making up for all the time she had

So that is why there are days and unfinished posts. I am getting called back to duty.

I really like writing about Charley and I feel it’s very therapeutic. That’s one thing I did do a lot of Is. writing. And I see this question asked a lot about why publicly journal and not just write for yourself.

The thing is that I wanted to write anyway. I don’t know what I’m doing on this but I first started just writing furiously and posting it right And left. But then I started getting self conscience and over proof read my writing until I’d reworded it, deleted it, fretted about it. So I’ve just decided that I’m just going to write how I’m thinking in the moment. I don’t know if anyone will get into it or not but hopefully maybe somebody could relate or possibly chuckle after reading about Charley.

There is so much that happened in a day with her that I’ve taken these funny notes doing the finger scroll and I think I may just post them just because. This is fun.

Charley Waffle is fun.

Let’s all have a fun day!!!

No more pills. Too much ice cream. 7/2/21

Today, or actually last night was the last night that I had to forcibly put, (almost shove) Charley’s pills down her throat. She is done with both antibiotics, one for her initial injury day 1, and a second one for her surgery(ies) and extra Trazodone to keep her “mello” . And codeine. Which knocked her out completely. I got to catch up on my emails and started to tackle spring cleaning! YAy!!


I managed to keep her in a two week cone imprisonment. It was hard but the thought of a third surgery made me quite vigilant that thing stayed on. A couple of times she was able to pop it off of her head by a variety of technics. She’d scrape it against trees and bushes, roll around furiously on the grass and shake her head back and forth until the tabs started loosening. The last few days she was a Bonafide Houdini master of the Cone.

After disappearing in the trees, she came back coneless.

I, too, became a CONE MASTER. I found out that cute little bow that was intertwined and laced on the outside of the cone she came home with was not just a cute fashion accessory to make her feel better, but it served a purpose. It secured the cone around her head in a way where at least it was an obvious scene when she would try to get it off. The bow changed a few times, though, to some twine or string or a solo shoe string. ANYTHING to keep it secure.


I found that a tie-strap, or whatever they are called, is the way to go. ZIP TIES! That’s what they are called! They don’t cost much, easy to attach, hard to get out of, and I unexpectedly got creative burst of ideas, silly or out of necessity or me from those things. PLUS, the zip ties I happened to find in the bottom of my “tool drawer” in the kitchen were clear, which matched her clear cone splendidly.


Back to the pills. “Everybody” made it sound so easy. “Just hide it in her food.” Yeah right. “Have you tried mixing it with wet food?” That was a “DUH DER DOY!” Butter? Yes, at first that worked. Until she was able to pocket the pills on the side of her cheek and roll them around and spit them out. A chalky and buttery, slobbery mess would slide down the inside of her cone and land at the base of her neck. GROSS.

I decided to try ice cream. Partly because I was really craving some, and the rest because she always eyeballs me when I’m eating it, and maybe she may forget if I shoved a pill in the middle of a mouthful of ice cream. (Plus, that was her first taste of human food at 6 weeks old. BIG MISTAKE)

Unfortunately, AMAZON FRESH makes ordering food fun and almost as impulsive as going to the store hungry. Those 2 hour delivery times are almost as good as instant gratification, but with a bonus.

It feels like I’m getting a present.

Turns out the ice cream selection in Amazon Fresh is large. Very very large. And look,, they have BEN & JERRY’S.

Awhile ago I got hooked crazy style with Ben and Jerry’s FroYo. I haven’t been able to find it lately, and it was frustrating me. It’s the Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia FROYO I love. It has just the right sweetness yet not the sweet sugary taste I find with their ice cream that’s a bit too strong for me. They also have a Chocolate FroYo and a Strawberry Cheesecake but those I find too sweet as well. If the Cherry Garcia comes back(FroYo) I’m picking up extra stock. I’ve turned a many people on to the FROYO. CHERRY GARCIA FLAVOR.


I decided to try the non GMO version thinking maybe it was labeled differently now and it had pulled up when I typed in the keyword “Ben & Jerry FroYo Cherry Garcia”.

It wasn’t even close. It wasn’t firm like the FroYo nor did it have the popping flavor. It seemed kinda, I dunno, watered down. Slushy way too quick. Runny. Cherries too big.

But, I’d ordered two of them, plus coffee ice cream, mint and chocolate chip, a couple different brands of vanilla bean, Mango Bars, and for some weird reason that huge pail of Neapolitan ice cream that cost only 5 dollars. I was on a roll. Oh yeah! I ordered two cans of whipped cream as well.

I’ve never bought myself the canned whip cream for just myself. It sounded great. A little guilty gift for me.

I am planning on doing this.

So I thought I could just give her a scoop of ice cream and put the pill somewhere in the middle. Seemed pretty easy. It was, Except she would eat everything around the pill and WOULD NOT touch the treat again. SMARTY FARTY.

I tried the mango bars. Those are really good. Very good. SHE LOVED them. Until she figured out they, too, were loaded with that eichy medicine. DANG IT.

The Whipped Cream in a can was probably the best idea. I shook the can hearing the metal bead tinkering and then WOOOSSHH. I made this cream castle over the pills and tried handing them to her as is. I managed the first few times but she caught on.

She’ tucked her tail in and crept away to hide inside her “bedroom” . She tried to be invisible by the front door. Probably hoping it would magically open and she’d run to freedom.


I was getting very annoyed and somewhat very tired of this charade. So, I became the Alpha female. I walked right up to her, took Her nose and pried open her clamped jaw. I took the pills, pushed them all the way to her throat, held her jaw tight until I was sure it was down. .

Every time she looked like everything she believed in me was A LIE. IT was a 100% betrayal on my part. HOW COULD YOU????”””I’m sorry but I have to do it “ but I have to admit that I did kind of enjoy the quiet and she started going to sleep and I could start working on my emails again I have to admit I kind of liked it and I don’t know if that makes me a bad person but I really needed me time. Me time equals a good time. That equates to a great time for CHARLEY!!!

It’s finally over and I still have like a few things of ice cream well not really because I ended up eating all those ice cream’s and I ended up ordering more because I am all of a sudden addicted to ice cream I loved having ice cream as a chaser for her medicine. but now I realize it was my excuse to try a wide variety of ice cream. That and I thought it was amazing Amazon delivered ice cream.

I also found out they deliver alcohol. How convenient…. gotta try that one out now!!!


I didn’t have a chance to finish this because a major debacle with Charley and her running after a bunny.

What I was going to say in the end of this is that I don’t have to worry about eating ice cream or whipped in front of her and getting those whimpering eyes and licking her chops while I indulge because she runs and hides. She doesn’t want anything to do with either. Those two things only mean one thing. I did not plan that. But in the aftermath off the events of tonight I really don’t care if she looks at me with pleading eyes and the incessant whining. She can do it all she wants. Because I missed her And I was scared she was lost forever.


Because Charley is injured, and I’ve been told to keep her down for at least a week. Meaning no play, jumpy jumpies, no balls, no running after her bunny that LOVES to ANTAGONIZE her.

i SWEAR, EVERY TIME we head to the labyrinth this dang little bunny, tan and cute, pops up right in Charley’s view. I think I have a small video of her standing perfectly still, eyes glued on that bunny. And that dang bunny recipricates the stare. I think they were locked in almost 5 minutes. I, of course, got bored after about 2 minutes of it, and stopped filming. It would have been the same if I’d taken a still shot of her, and labeled it “5 minute stand off stare.” That is exactly how it looked.

I was kind of excited because there is this ranch where it takes dogs that have bloodlines that are that of herding. He said that not all dogs are herders. A lot of domesticated Australian Shepards/Border Collie has had their line bled out slowly to where herding does not come natural.

All I know they (ranch herders)use this method. They stick their hand out, (which it’s funny….dogs can smell your coming, but I guess there is another reason they do this) and I guess introduce the dog to the “prey”….even though it is not prey. It’s a LITTLE LAMB or a LITTLE SHEEP……(no little bunny— sorry Charley) and watch to see if the dog has this point and stare kind of thing. Where they will focus on their, er, focus, and stand rock still. They don’t just charge after it like a dragon from hell, or whatever that saying is. The dog will just stand there. Waiting. And when the lamb, sheep, no bunny moves, they are on it right away. Not pouncing or attacking, but making definite strong, quick movements and body language letting the opposer know they are in charge. It’s quite impressive.

Well, my heart does swell when I saw that Charley acts exactly like that. She’s done that with Geese, and ducks, and, small children. In which one of them moves, which happens a lot, and then she’ll let out a piercing sharp “ARRRK”. That is what it sounds like. To children, I’m sure it sounds like “I am going to eat you if you move, and you have been warned and don’t you dare….” That one is always fun because I’m left shoveling out apologies, explanations, and reassurances which sometimes makes it even more dramatic and traumatic for the children. Oh well. It’s in all good fun, right Charley?

But I am proud that she is a point and picker. I knew she had it in her.

So, I changed up the labryinth stroll and went one weekend morning where it seems as not so many people are there on the campus where the labryinth is.

We get to the edge of the entry way to the labryinth. She lunges. Oh hey, bunny!!!! Then, I see her lunge the total opposite way. Oh, hey, another bunny!!! This happened again with a full white tailed 3 bunnies in all. And they had her surrounded. And she didn’t even know.

I swear Charley is smart. Really.

We lop down the stairs to the labryinth where I almost trip and bite it as she lunged again. I have her only on her collar for her harness thing rubs up against her wound. Being only on her collar makes the leash jerk her head, which I am not fond of, and she knows it. I end up letting go because I don’t want to hurt her.

There was a gentleman standing there on the edge of the labryinth. He was looking into the trees. His head turned to me and said, “I think it was the bunny that got her.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It seems like this one bunny always seems to pick on her, same place, same time frame.”

“I have been getting to know those bunnies. You know there are more than 1. I’ve been spending a lot of time getting those bunnies to trust me.”

“I am sorry. She just gets so excited. We will be moving on. This is the first time I’ve really been able to take her out and let her play a little bit. “

We travel to the lower level into this big auditorium is the only way to describe it. It is at the bottom of this winding cement staircase with foliage and flowers all around. At the bottom is this big circular area where chairs are always propped in different ways. Somedays in a circle, other days in a lecture style rows. It has the feel that maybe it is some type of drama class. I’m not sure. We just like to go there and hide from people and bounce and kick different balls around there.

Welp, Charley gets to the bottom of the steps and ALL OF A SUDDEN does this mass switch-e-roo on me and goes barelling through the bushes. The ones with thorns. Ones with strong branches that don’t give. Just like the ones she almost impaled herself on.

I start calling her, (actually YELLING AT her) “CHARLEY, CHARLEY! CHARLEY! ” and under my breath I am muttering “I am going to actually kill you this time…don’t you realize I nursed you back from your injury and if it happens again I will let you SUFFER…..). I run up the steps and run around the corner to find her back at the labyrinth. Tail wagging. Ears on high alert. Her legs TAUT with excitement. She makes a sharp move again, and goes diving into the bushes.

The gentleman is still there. Rats. He looked my way and politely said, “I really look forward to my time with the bunnies.”

Aw I get it. I really totally do. There are certain little things I like to do that are just my own little things. Like, I have to walk the labyrinth at least 3 times a week. Or whenever I’m there.

Those little rituals are very important I realized. They kinda give me structure. I feel as if I have a disorganized purse or back pack when I leave those little things out. Well, I guess one of the signs too that makes me realize I am missing those little rituals is the fact that my purse is a mess, along with my back pack (where did I leave it?) and my room is in utter dismay.

I finally am able to somewhat corner Charley. She was standing on the steps, rigid. Eyes fixed. Not noticing anything else.

I look at what she is looking at. Her and the bunny are locked in a check mate. Who is going to make the first move. I waited and wanted to soak that moment in. Nobody was moving.

God, how precious.

It was I that made the first move. The bunny jumped and ran in the bushes towards the man. I stopped Charley from bolting after. “Here comes your bunny!” I yell.

“He’s coming this way?”

“Yep. Here he comes. Have a good night.”

I left feeling very happy and light in my soul.



Charley, after getting slaughtered by what we think was a branch, had her surgery to stitch up the flap of skin that was dangling grossly on her side.

The surgery was clear across town, in White Center. Not having a car and taking the bus is not a problem as long as it is the E line that is a straight shot to the park of horrors Charley is familiar with. Plus she has so open wound. And wasn’t feeling hot.

Luckily this security guard that worked at QFC had offered us a ride the day it happened. The same security guard I got snippy with a month earlier. I had noticed that she was following us around. She wasn’t very sneaky or inconspicuous. Big boned, thick blond hair that hit the middle of her back, and stood a good 5’11 1/2 dressed in all black with a badge.

After making several turns down different aisles, getting annoyed by having this huge shadow behind me, I hurried to the self checkout line, went to leave and HELLO! She was standing at the exit door. Just kept staring at us.

Me, and my snotty came out. I indignantly pulled out my receipt and held it up to her and said, “HERE! My RECEIPT!” I then hucked my backpack over my shoulder and unzipped it, continually being an asshole, said “YOU WANNA CHECK IN HERE TOO?”

She looked up from her phone and blinked a couple times and said “Uh?”

I walked outside, a bit confused and with a bit embarrassment, muttered under my breath about something or other to Charley.

But, get this…. she’d followed us out and was standing right behind me. I turned around, kinda curious, kinda want to go off all at the same time.

I LIKE YOUR DOG.” Quietly she said. “I CANT STOP STARING AT HER. “SHE’S BEAUTIFUL“. She continued, “I didn’t mean to keep following you but I love dogs. I have 4 of them “Do you mind if I pet her?”

AW MAN! How gross I felt for my earlier thoughts. But that opened up the floodgates and we talked and talked. I told her what I thought and apologized for being snippy with her. I even made special trips to that QFC to see her because she would absolutely fawn over Charley.

I thought about it. She lived far away and she didn’t get off till midnight. She said she didn’t mind. She just loves Charley. She has nothing to do that day. The surgery was at 8. That was ok. She gets up at 5 to work out. So I decided to take the help. I really needed Charley to be safe and feel at ease.

She picked me up at…. the QFC… and Charley kept trying to sit in her lap. Charley loves her. Charley loves love. Everybody loves Charley.

Well, Tali was definitely schooling me on stuff that kids go on nowadays. First, Tali is only 20.

I’m 50 years old and a 20 year old is driving me around. Wow.

We were talking about pot. I was telling her I didn’t have my ID so i couldn’t buy any from the dispensaries ATM. She kinda laughed and said, “oh I have pot everywhere at home. I have a “grip” of hookups that I can go to at any moment. It’s Washington. Everybody in WA smokes pot.”

God. I felt so unhip .

She met her current boyfriendthrough Snapchat. Because her boyfriend at the time left her stranded. So she Snapchats this other guy, who happened to be her now ex boyfriend s friend. Now they live together. He recently got into a horrible car accident. He suffered a TBI. Ok, another one if the club I’m in. The TBI thing. Not SNAPCHAT hookup thing.

She is incredibly wise at her age. She knew high school was such a short experience that she didn’t trip on much of the drama that went on. Her parents left her and her brother in Utah for jobs. Dad went to North Carolina. Mom to Washington state. She thought it amusing that people were terrified of her.

People always asked her if she was Mormon I was one of those. She said she never realized Utah was the Mormon state. She wasn’t religious so,……

I thought everybody from Utah was Mormon.

She told me a story about some gal in the store that was shoving frozen dinners into her shirt. The manager had taken her open bottle of vodka she was drinking as she was walking around the store. When the lady went to leave hurriedly, there stood Tali. One by one each TV dinner fell from her shirt. In perfect succession. She looked up at Tali and threw her arms in the air. “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!”

Her last day was the day she took Charley and I to the vets . She told me she was sick of the sexual harassment. One guy stood in the store looking at her. She then realized his hands were down his pants. JACKING OFF.

People are so weird sometimes. Gross.

During our ride to the vet’s office, George Floyd was brought up. I was trying to think if I’d heard the name of the 17 year old who had filmed his death. ( God I really hate saying that). I then brought up RODNEY KING. I said that was the catapult of everything being CAUGHT ON CAMERA.

Tali, “WHO IS THAT?” I was incredulous You don’t know who Rodney King is? I was in college at the time. We were let out early. I saw the live footage of the riots. I lived in the Bay Area so I feel it was pretty close to home. Right down the street He’s the reason that the video taping sensation took off.

I looked up the two individuals that caught those two defining moments that changed America into realizing one never knows who may be watching.

Danella Frazier for George Floyd. 17 years old.

George Holliday for Rodney King. He currently is or is going to auction the video tape.

Rodney King was filmed 20+ years ago and nothing really has changed. Maybe a teeny bit. TWO different situations yet kinda the same. Actually pretty parallel but Rodney King did not die from police. He died later by drowning in a pool, I think.



Ok. So Charley gets out of surgery. I was told 3 times, 3 times, don’t take the cone off. If I do, EXTREME supervision at all times. EXTREME.

Guess what? She was all excited about being home and wiggly and loving and I wanted to hug her back so off went the cone and into my arms she leapt. Doggy kissed and runs and laughter and hugs hugs hugs and let’s lie down because you seem very sedated Charley and I feel like holding you….. Charley! Where’d you go Charley!


Charley & I waiting for street car.


We have been slowly recovering from Charley’s wound. The vet at Urban Animal told me I had to keep Charley down for a whole week. That meant no jumping, no playing, running. Just simple walks around the block. That was it.  She did get a little hyper and her stiches cracked a bit, so a t-shirt AND her cone were put on.  I learned the first time!