Chow Chow
I was thinking that my blog is kinda drab these days. Stale. Boring. While pondering the ways I could drum up some action over here, I couldn't help noticing that other bloggers seem to really respond favorably to photos and posts about family pets. (People like adorable animals, go figure?) Since we don't really have a live-in pet a the moment (Sydney is still on loan to my brother,) Charlie is the closest living pet relative we have. We adopted him 10-ish years ago, when we lived in Idaho. He lived in California also, before settling here on the East Coast, staying briefly with Mike and I in our first apartment and finally settling in with my mom. I guess their isn't much to say about him really, except that he's awesome. And I saved him from the terrible fate of being named "Peanut Butter" by my little sister. It took a while, but once I had everyone calling him "Charlie," she eventually gave up. Now we sometimes call him Chow Chow, or even just "Chow." Not sure why. Anyway, feast your eyes on the preciously adorable kittyness.
Ahh. Now to sit back and watch my blog stats skyrocket...


































