PW Weekend: Charlie lets his hair down

After my disappointing photo shoot with Charlie on Saturday morning, he decided to come back . . . two more times.

He ambled into the Lodge halfway through our baking extravaganza, and a friend of Ree’s family tried to help me get a good shot. For the life of me I can’t remember her name . . . can anyone else?? She was such a lovely person and I totally want to check out her blog, but all I can remember is that it may have the word ‘ranch’ or ‘horse’ in it. Maybe. I can’t be sure of anything anymore.

Get your stinky hands off me, you weird lookin’ human.

“Look at the camera, Charlie!” I encouraged him a bright, cheerful voice.

“Right over here, Charlie!”

“No Charlie, look at the camera! Up here little buddy! C’mon!” I persisted.

“Charlie! I’m a human and you’re a dog! You’re supposed to obey me!”

I’m sorry, did you just say something?

So I gave up on the head shot and photographed his short and stubby legs instead.

I don’t see how he even gets around on those things.

After a while, Ree mopped the floor with him, and then he was outta there.

However, he returned Sunday morning before we headed out. Why aren’t you guys gone yet? he grumbled woefully. I’m tired of playing this gracious host role. The laundry alone will take me days! Ooh, is that a cat butt?

Your butt smells kinda good.

What kind of cologne do you use?


A couple dogs looked on with indifference.

I think the golden dog’s name is George.

All of a sudden, without warning, Charlie decided to stop playing Mr. nice guy.

I’m the king around here, he growled, and you guys just need to clear out once and for all.

He started attacking animals left and right.

And by ‘animals,’ I mostly mean George. George was completely unphased.

“George!” I cried “C’mon, you gotta defend yourself! Don’t let Charlie chomp on you!”

Don’t worry honey, he said as Charlie launched his weird oblong little body at George’s golden hide.

I appreciate your concern, but I take this kind of abuse every day.

George was starting to get bored with the whole thing, and eventually wandered off.

Charlie turned his attentions elsewhere.

This dog wasn’t going down without a fight.

George ambled back to try and mediate.

But even George couldn’t tame Charlie’s fighting fury.

George and I looked on from a safe distance.

This final photo shoot made the brown and purple bruise on my left knee worth every bit of swelling.

Winthrop and Nelson, however, were unimpressed.

26 thoughts on “PW Weekend: Charlie lets his hair down

  1. Jen

    Aw, George is a beautiful lab! He’s got the same coloring as my Juliet had. I’m slightly amused that you took so many pictures of the animals :)

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    1. Jenna

      I couldn’t help myself–they were so furry and hilarious! I did actually (believe it or not) take pictures of the PW as well–those will be up Friday. =) Charlie took precedence, heh heh.

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  2. Julie Gillies

    Hi Jenna,

    Thanks for dropping by my blog…I’m SO glad you did, because now I’ve found your blog, which I have thoroughly enjoyed this morning. I’ve found that where pets are involved, there’s never a dull moment, as you pictures so clearly prove. Thanks for sharing the joy!

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  3. Crys

    I love the play by play photos. Animals are hard to photograph unless you have chill, photoshoot veterans. I’ve done cats, kittens, birds and reptiles. The kittens were by far the most challenging. Ha ha.

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  4. alongtheohio

    Oh oh oh!!! I love these photos….. most specifically, the ones of Charlie’s legs! That George is a looker too, though :)
    I especially like the ones where Charlie is trying to climb up on George’s back, as if he really could. Silly basset!

    Beautiful shots, Jenna!

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