Happy Birthday Charlie

Today I would like to introduce you to a very special little man in my life. He has been my longest running roommate in New York,  has lived with me in five apartments, one epic snowstorm, and countless late work nights. Please meet Mr. Charles Dickens aka Charlie.
Charlie was a birthday present not long after my arrival in New York, and I can confidently say my parents were less than thrilled- how was I supposed to take care of small puppy when I was unemployed and living on the balcony of my boyfriend’s apartment with his two roommates? But this little guy is a trooper.

Together we mastered potty training from a 4th floor apartment. I would tuck his tail, wait for the elevator, and coach him nicely as we wandered between the bankers and garbage bags on Park Ave (later cleaning up any puddles in the elevator). Thankfully he was a quick learner. Next we moved into our very own apartment, with three unknown roommates, and no window. Charlie was still a trooper, if less enthusiastic. I cried the day I came home to find he was far too hot in my room and feeling ill. We spent a lot of time with the very large bulldog across the street on St. Mark’s because a.) it was cooler b.) we were living with insane people. This bulldog was also unneutered and gave Charlie an abrupt lesson in standing up for himself.
Charlie took a small vacation with my parents while I attended night school and got a taste of a large Kentucky yard, and living with a large female lab. He came home to me via Delta to our very own apartment. He promptly chewed through two pairs of shoes, but we bonded over late night eats when he was thrilled I was home from the gym, and quietly avoidedthe hoarder across the hall. However, friendly to a fault, Charlie would not quickly walk by our neighbor as she sorted her newspapers from 1993, and became a favorite of old ladies and gents on every floor.

Next Charlie and I moved to the East Village. We loved our morning walks when it was completely silent except for a random late night partier wandering home. He befriended every superintendent who hung out in front of their building, I feel watching out for me as the sun came up.   This is where Charlie became very comfortable sleeping on my bed to avoid the mice running around the floor.

Finally Charlie and I have moved in with the boy. Charlie is very comfortable with our new full time roommate. He enjoys late night wrestling matches, naps on someone else’s stomach, multiple sneaky treats, and sleeping on the foot of the bed. He hesitantly enjoys baths in a full size bathtub and a duo of hairdressers trimming his coat with clippers and a comb on the kitchen floor. Charlie is an up for anything buddy, be it a four mile run in the freezing cold (he bops along with the tunes I hum),  a long car trip to the beach, or even being  unexpectedly thrown into the waves.  
He may only be turning 3 years old today, but we have had a wonderful journey of adventures so far. Happy Birthday Mr. Dickens!

5 thoughts on “Happy Birthday Charlie

  1. I absolutely LOVE that you dedicated your post to Charlie’s birthday! He does look precious–like a real trooper. You two have a close bond because you’ve been on an adventure together!

    🙂

    Best wishes,

    ~Zabrinah

    [your everyday girl,
    writing about guys]

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