Prune picker

This is the blog site of an old man. As a native Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the Piney Woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.

Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. It gives me something to do everyday.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

We lost Charlie!

Charlie lived next door and was one of my best friends. He would come over most every day to visit. You knew it when Charlie scratched on the door. Often he would see my car coming home from his yard. By the time I got to the garage door he would be there. He would do his best to act like a very happy puppy. He would sort of jump and wag his rear end. Charlie was 15. That is very old for a lab,

When I was told last night that Charlie was dead my eyes got wet. I said to myself "You can not cry over a dog dying." I was wrong.  I dried my eyes and cried later. Charlie was always so glad to see me. I know that he loved me. I was very fond of him.  A couple of weeks ago he came over. I went over the memory of that visit. His arthritis was so bad that the pain made him stop and rest every 20 steps or so. He had lost weight and looked ready for Dog Heaven. I will miss him!


  1. Oh Papa, I am so sorry. That breaks my heart... for both you and the Doggy. Animals are so sweet and special. Its very hard to lose them.

  2. Thanks Annie. Charlie was special to all of us.


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