

There’s not much to do out here in the country. I can’t go to a movie. I can’t run to the mall. I can’t walk down the street and chat with neighbors. I can’t go to the arcade and play games.

Well. I guess I could garden. Cook. Clean. Wash my children’s clothes. Deal with loose papers. Clean out junk drawers.

But I’d so much rather do this.





I wait until Charlie is in a deep, deep sleep. In the hot summer, his naps are are always deep.





Then I place a small morsel of food in the proximity of his nose. This happens to be a small piece of scrambled egg left over from breakfast.





Seconds pass with no response. So I nudge it a little closer.





Still no response, so I nudge it even closer. Not a wink of a reaction.

Charlie drives a hard bargain.

So I break out the big guns.





“The big guns”, in this case, is bacon.





Just a tiny sliver of bacon. But that’s usually all it takes.





C’mon, Charlie. Don’t let me down. Folks are watching.









Oh, yes. I believe it’s going to happen.





Oh, yeah. It’s definitely going to happen.





Wait…





Oh, no! I can’t believe it.

He’s going back to sleep?

It’s not possible!





Oh, ho ho ho.





I knew he’d come through.





And…





Three seconds later…





He’s back to sleep.

Charlie leads a very hard life.





But I wanna try the egg one last time.





Heh heh. See, now I’ve awakened his senses.





Here we go.





















And, three seconds later…





He’s gone.



Help me Rhonda, I love this dog.

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