Charlie is a dog with many wonderful traits. Grace is not one of them. On more than one occasion, we've witnessed Charlie's athletic leaps into doorways, furniture, play structures, and trees. One unfortunate encounter with our kitchen island left Charlie with a bloody nose. (Who knew that a dog could get a nose bleed?!!)
This week Charlie managed to give himself a doggie shiner after launching himself into the ladder on Tim's play structure. The poor dear looked like he'd been in the ring with a boxer (or even a pit bull) and his pathetic glances at me just about broke my heart.
During our brief period of concern (thanks to Wendy the Trainer for taking my panicked call) my heart swelled as I watched Tim express his concern for Charlie. He repeatedly asked me to "fix" Charlie's eye and to make him "not sad." Then he stretched out next to him on his dog bed and gently stroked him. (This is a vision I ABSOLUTELY LOVE.) Fortunately, the swelling subsided by the following morning and he is once again Tim's loyal and flawless companion.