Charlie loves a proper truck ride: a plush seat, cool air, and respectable behavior. Agatha prefers attacking water, challenging the blower, and leaning into the wind. Charlie insists he is only monitoring her safety—not worrying about her.
CC #5 – The Menace Discovers the Air Read More »
Agatha discovers that some of the most exciting things in the world can’t even be seen. Sprinklers, blowers, and truck rides all introduce her to mysterious “invisible stuff” that splashes, pushes, and carries wonderful smells—proving that growing up is one big adventure.
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Charlie believes every civilized household depends on rules. Unfortunately, Agatha treats manners, boundaries, and basic safety as optional suggestions. As one chaotic morning spirals through stolen towels, spilled water, invaded beds, and ignored instructions, Charlie tries to explain why rules matter—while becoming increasingly convinced that puppy brains arrive unfinished.
CC #4 – Why We Have Rules Read More »
Agatha is learning the house rules, but remembering them is another matter. Chewing forbidden things, potty emergencies, and bothering Charlie keep getting in the way. She is trying very hard to be good—but she is still a puppy, and rules are hard.
AA #4 – Rules Are Hard Read More »
A big adventure for a 9-week old puppy. I am still a puppy.I am bigger now.Not very big.Just more puppy. Every morning we go walking.The people call it a walk.I call it smelling.There are so many smells. Sometimes we walk a long, long way.My legs get tired.My nose does not. Charlie does not come.Charlie stays
AA #3 – The Shhh-ing Wet Rocks Read More »
There comes a point in every gentleman’s life when he must accept that the world is not going to reorganize itself according to his preferences. After two or three weeks, I reluctantly reached that conclusion. The little menace was not visiting.
CC #3: A Most Civilized Arrangement Read More »
Agatha is making friends at 8-weeks old. I am a puppy.I still live here.Maybe this is home. The people still say,“Agatha.”They smile when they say it.Maybe Agatha is me. I know some things now.The loud white machine moves.The little bed is soft.The chewy Kong makes my gums feel better. People like when I potty outside.People
AA #2 – New Friends Are Strange Read More »
There are many indignities associated with growing old. Your hearing becomes selective. Your eyesight becomes decorative. Your knees file formal complaints every morning.
CC #2: The Small Menace Refuses to Learn Read More »
At just 7-weeks old, Agatha is adopted and taken to her new home. I am a puppy.I am little.I am very little. I live with Mama.I live with my sisters.I used to have more brothers and sisters, but they went away with people. Today, new people came.They have hands.Hands pick me up.Hands rub my ears.
AA #1 – The Big White Machine Read More »
I knew something was wrong before the truck stopped moving. At fourteen, you learn to trust your instincts, particularly when your eyesight has gone mostly decorative and the people responsible for your comfort have been gone far longer than necessary.
CC #1: The Day My People Brought Home a Menace Read More »
