For Cary.
A special Chuckie moment for Steve.
What a spaz! I love him. And Duffy has the look of someone who used to be embarrassed by Chuckie’s antics but has since learned to just ignore them, as if to say “Get a load of that trainwreck. I know, right?”
This was a very nice way to wake up. Thank you, Cary!
The truth is, I love your pets. I recognize them as I scroll before I see your names. I know most of them by name.
I won’t lie, I have favorites. Maggie, Jeff, and Summer’s dog whose name escapes me at the moment are a few. They remind me of my dogs, especially Chuckles the Difficult, and they make me laugh and appreciate the specialness that goes with the insanity.
I love that Steve adores Chuck as much as I do. It’s our special bond and I get a strange amount of joy out of it.
This is a photo of Chuckie puppy at I think around eight or nine weeks old. I mean, COME ON. That face.
There’s no denying that Chuckie is my favorite Tumblr-dog. He’s all the evidence I need when people ask if you can love someone you’ve never met.
When I finally make a trip back to Chicago, I will not leave until I’ve made my way over to Farmlandia to finally meet Cary and Levi, Chuckie and Duff, and all the others in the barn.
For Cary.
