You'll recall how much Charlie likes his mailman. Well, I don't remember exactly when and how it happened, but things have changed since October.
No longer does the mail carrier leave treats outside the door for Charlie to retrieve with the mail...
...nor is Charlie babygated upstairs at mailtime, anymore...
... because Charlie and his new best friend now do a daily greeting ... one-on-one.
Charlie lies at the head of the unbabygated stairs or at a nearby window, watching and listening for the distinctive *snap* of the mail slot, whereupon he races to the door, barking ferociously. But now, when he sees it's Jeffrey, the bark turns from ferocious to demanding, or even quiets entirely, while Charlie waits for us to come open the door, so he can squirm through and let the greetings begin.
Of course, the very best greetings involve both snuzzling and treats, and these are no exception.
Catching a treat in mid-air.
So Charlie now has the mailman eating out of his hand. Only it's the other way around, really. Thanks, Jeffrey -- all of us around here think you're "paw"some!