So it's been awhile scince I've had time to post, so I thought I'd share a couple of things that happened the last few weeks.
About three weeks ago, I was sitting in my room, doing homework. Then I hear my mom scream my name, so thinking Charlie ripped apart something important, I went out to check. I got into the living room to see my mom dart across the room and Charlie sit down in the middle, staring at her. Then I notice what he has dangling from his mouth. Hanging out of one end was a small brown head, and the other end had a long limp tail.
Charlie caught himself a rat.
He looked up at me and had this proud look on his face, like he was thinking "look mom, I caught it all by myself!" I couldn't help but feel proud of him, as disgusting as it was. Getting the rat away from him wasn't easy either. My mom ended up darting into her room, and Charlie followed, jumping on her bed and going after her. After chasing him all around the house, I was finally able to pull the thing out of his mouth. He looked so sad after I took his new "toy" away.
Then, a few nights ago, I let Charlie out to go potty. After about 10 minutes I went outside to call him in, but he just kept darting around the backyard. After about five minutes of trying to coax him in, I went to grab him and drag his butt in. But, of course, as soon as I started walking towards him, he took off and picked something up off the ground as he ran. I could tell right away that it was a little toad. As soon as he picked it up he went into the house. At this point I was getting a bit angery. Figures he won't go in when I want him to, but when I don't want him in the house, he can't wait to get in.
I walk in and hear my mom scream. I go into her room and see Charlie sitting on the bed, and the toad dropped on it.
I guess Charlie just likes sharing his dead animals with his grandma.
He's such a little pain at times, but I can't help but love him :rolleyes: .