When Charlie was a little pup, I once plucked a long, dry weed and teased him with it. He caught the very end between his teeth, bit it off, and spit it out. I teased him with the weed stalk again, and he nipped off another quarter-inch bit and spit it out. Over and over for the length of the weed.

This became one of our games ~ I hold out a dry weed frond, and he nips it off in tiny bits until he reaches my fingers.

Charlie now uses ‘weed nipping’ as a signal that he wants to play. He’ll run to a stand of dry weeds and nip them off, shaking his head as he spits them out, his cue for “Come play with me!”

photo taken November 2019

one year ago: Chubby Cheeks
two years ago: Little Elf
three years ago: Into The Mystic
four years ago: Perfect
five years ago: Shadowlashes
six years ago: On The Trot
seven years ago: Predator McFluffface
eight years ago: Sir Spiney
nine years ago: Serious And Smiley
ten years ago: Face Off
eleven years ago: Tuckered Out With Toy
twelve years ago: Notes On Charlie – August 22