Saturday, December 11, 2004

Meet Charlie

The Arrival.

He's 8 weeks old and already such a well-traveled pup!

Charlie Posted by Hello

Charlie was born in Indiana (his name there was Bailey). Today he made a big plane trip to his new home in Campbell, California!

We found him a non-stop flight from Indianapolis to San Francisco - about an hour's drive from Campbell and Alice flew over Friday to retrieve him. He went in cargo, because even at 8 weeks, Charlie's a big guy! A good thing, too - because under the seat next door was a *cat*!

Here's a picture of Charlie's wheels - all set and ready to greet him.

There are his new toys, a bed and blanket, a canteen with water, and a leash.

I arrived at the airport very early to scope everything out - found the ATA baggage office, reparked the car really close to it, and set in to wait.

The plane landed, and Alice and the other passengers began arriving in the baggage area. And we waited. And waited. And waited. Bags began arriving, but no Charlie! At last... here comes the carrier...

There he is! Posted by Hello

Got him! Posted by Hello

There's a squirmy puppy inside and now that he sees everyone, he wants OUT! We stuck our fingers through the grate and he licked them and quieted immediately.

He's in there! Posted by Hello

Then we dashed out the door, across the street, and into the parking garage. There, where all the parking near the edges of the garage (close to the airport) have been fenced off to cars, we let him out.
Sniffing... Posted by Hello

In the parking garage. Posted by Hello

His bedding was clean, so first he did lots of business, then got down to some serious play!
Too busy for water! Posted by Hello

Cute pup! Posted by Hello

Time for a drink. Posted by Hello

Calming down.
Posted by Hello

Then after awhile it was time to get in the car and go home. He was a sleepy lap puppy all the way!

1 comment:

Curt Rogers said...

When Ken brought Duncan home to us he puked all over himself in his crate but once I saw that little Golden face, I didn't mind the mess and scooped him up. I normally wait several days to name a pet but I asked him, "Are you a Duncan?" (Ken wanted to name him Jake, but I wasn't set on it). Without a beat he winked at me, a good solid wink, so I took that as an affirmation that he was indeed a Duncan.

Charlie is so cute as a pup! I'm going to start over with your blog and play catch-up. I'm so happy I found you!

Thanks for sharing!