After getting to know this puppy for about a week, we have settled on a name. We have taken the process very seriously …
LURA: Out of the hundred names we’ve brainstormed, do you have a preference?
TIM: I think Charlie, it’s strong, but friendly, and that’s what we want in a dog.
CHARLIE (chewing on Tim’s hand relentlessly): Nom, nom, nom. You are so tasty!
TIM: Ouch! You still have milk teeth. Ouch! Charlie, stop it.
LURA: I like it. Charlie it is. I’ll take his picture and announce his arrival on Facebook.
CHARLIE: Oh look! An electrical cord!
LURA (moving Charlie away from the cord): No, Charlie, that’s dangerous, stop it. Sit here and I will take your picture.
CHARLIE (bouncing in Lura’s face): Let me see! Let me see!
LURA: Well this is a failure, he has photobombed himself.
TIM: It’s time for his lunch anyway, I’ll get his bowl.
CHARLIE: TRASH! I will find treats in the trash.
TIM: Charlie, stop it! Get out of there.
CHARLIE (racing around the kitchen at break neck speed): SLIPPERS! I will steal your slippers!
LURA: Charlie, give me the slipper. Stop it.
TIM: Here’s you’re lunch, boy.
CHARLIE (after gobbling his lunch): Yay, lunch! Yay, let’s run!
TIM: Charlie, come, you need to go outside and potty.
CHARLIE: Run, run as fast as you can, you can’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man!
LURA (to Tim): How does he even know that?
CHARLIE: *bounce,* *bounce*, *bounce*
TIM: Charlie, stop it so I can put your leash on. Ok, come out here.
CHARLIE (bouncing out the door): CAT! She needs a sniffing!
TIM: Charlie, no, be easy! Charlie, don’t mouth her head! Charlie, stop it!
CHARLIE: CAT! CAT! Oh look, there’s poop to sniff! STICK! There’s a stick!
LURA: No, Charlie, stop it! Go potty.
TIM: At this rate he’s going to believe his name is Charlie Stop-It.
LURA: At this rate I believe his name is Charlie Stop-It.