Oh, Charley

I didn't sleep too well last night thinking about Charley. Yes, Charley the Dog. Charley, Tiffany's dog. Charley is still a puppy, very much energetic, and as you can probably guess, just loves Violette. He also loves Tiffany.

I mentioned last night that I was glad Tif's mom was thinking about a dog door because both Charley and Daphne like to go in and out, and the dog door will be great for them. Well, Tif said she probably wouldn't have a dog door. She was thinking of moving out - from HERE - soon, with a girlfriend.

A couple of problems here: One, her mom. Tif said she's been trying to convince her that it would be easier for Lori if Tif had never lived in the new house. Now, I don't know about that - either way. But I'm sure it will be hard. It's always hard when our babes leave home.

But I asked about the dog door thing. She said she thought she'd just leave Charley in his crate all day - wouldn't really be that long, she said - just from 10-3. Egad!

I just can't imagine Charley cooped up for that amount of time. OK, Charley's cute and all, but he isn't our dog. Still, he's a living being, and it worries me. Daphne doesn't mind sleeping all day long, but then she IS 15 years old.

So I'm trying to think of how to think about this. Not my dog, not my business doesn't really make it. But I do have to figure out how to express my responsibility to this boisterous little life without making it all my responsibility.