Chocolate chip cookies, and Charlie

Sitting here in our living room, my wife and I were finishing up our breakfast snack. Taking a bite our of a chocolate chip cookie she handed me, I looked at the remainder before putting it in my mouth, first mistake of the morning (and if you believe that, read on, friend!)

Still here? Well, thanks. In any case, looking at my remainder of the chocolate chip cookie (from Fresh Market, at that,) I took it over to Jennie and said “look at this.” Which she did, for about two seconds, before that look of recognition appeared on her face. “It’s Charlie!” She exclaimed--pointing out the nose, eye, mouth, and little colorations of brown on top of the golden coat of our son’s Lab. And, what she saw was exactly what I had seen a few moments earlier. We were in total agreement, for the first time all morning. Thank goodness for small favors.

I returned to my seat on the couch, looked out our living room window at the front lawn, and casually polopped the cookie into my mouth.

Now some things you just should do and some things you probably should not do. This was the latter. I, the sometime auspicious photographer, at that, ate Charlie. Nearly made me sick. If throwing him up would have done the least bit of good, that is exactly what I would have done. Poor Charlie.

I went to my bedroom and stretched out. Nothing seemed to help. I went back to the living room and told wife about my misdeed. She laughed. That did it. Guess I won’t be sick--at least not over this.  Plenty of other things to be sick over (the noon news should do the trick!)  Guess I’d better call Stash to be sure all is well with dear old Charlie! Anyone agree with me on this? (Yep, there goes one hand up in the back of the room.)

And thanks for that, my friend!