About four months ago, I was walking the bluffs in Carpinteria with my almost-thirteen-year-old border collie mix, Quan, and my parents’ Labrador/Pitbull mix, Bessie. A fellow dog lover asked if I’d be interested in a purebred Rhodesian ridgeback puppy. Up to that moment, I had not given any thought to getting a second dog. It didn’t seem sensible, given that I relied on my eighty-year-old parents to care for Quan when I’m traveling for work, and the dogs were too big for my mom to handle by herself. I declined the offer.
The word “puppy” however, had peaked my interest. A puppy would be nice – but not one that would grow into a large dog. “Find a little dog,” a voice in my head suggested.
“A little dog? I’m not a little dog person,” I thought. After more reflection, I realized a little dog might be a perfect solution. I began looking, but was unable to find the perfect fit until one day I decided to visit Dr. Otto to see if they knew of a little dog.”
I went to Carpinteria Veterinary Clinic and asked Dr. Otto’s sister, Jean, if she knew of anyone with a small dog for adoption. She responded with a big, enthusiastic “yes!”. Jean knew a dog foster family caring for Wonton, a DAWG-rescued puppy. I called the foster family and visited Wonton that afternoon. It was love at first sight and even though he came with a mended broken leg, I was elated to submit an adoption application that was soon approved.
While I could see why he was given his original name, Wonton just seemed more like a Charlie to me. Charlie has adapted quickly to his new home and canine BIG sisters. He especially loves Bessie, and spends lots of time nuzzling her and chewing on her ears while she sits like a patient momma. With his boundless energy and infectious playfulness, he’s even inspired my old lady Quan to join in the fun. More important, my mom and dad absolutely love Charlie. Mom is in charge of him on our twice-daily walks at the bluffs, parading him around proudly and introducing him to everyone we pass. Because he weighs less than ten pounds, she can easily handle him. He spends time with her out in the garden, and I often hear her talking to him.
Charlie has filled a special place in my heart. After he came home, I found out Quan has a large mass in her lung. She’s still acting like a vibrant and healthy dog, but I can’t predict how much longer my beloved Quan will be here. Knowing that Charlie will be with me for a long time is comforting, and will definitely ease the loss I must face. Having Charlie curled up beside me when I sleep gives me peace, and the sweet nuzzles in the morning warm my heart. How could I have lived another day without him? Thank you DAWG for rescuing him when he was just a puppy in a box.
Mia Girard

Charlie (in arms) with some of his new canine and human family members.