When I was eight years old, the teeth of the family dog managed to meet the face of the family daughter. In other words, good ol’ Max couldn’t contain his animal urges and bit me. I lived to tell the tale, but my parents had to get rid of our dog. Which means I’ve wanted a dog for about 19.5 years.
Last Friday, I satisfied that need. Meet… Charlie!
Charlie, as you can see in this very low-res iPhone photo (I don’t own a real camera) is adorable. She’s four months old, about 17 pounds, a terrier mix (read: mutt) and has a mysterious namesake. I picked her up on Friday night at the Northeast Animal Shelter in Salem. She. Is. Awesome.
….Even if she totally freaks out at the dogs, cars, and people we pass walking up and down Charles Street. (namesake?)
Getting a dog definitely has changed my life in the city, even over these first few days. Beyond puppy-proofing my apartment and doing a lot of obedience school research, I have to rethink my evenings. I can’t disappear after work and stay out all night when I have a puppy waiting for me at home.
I also have to rethink my transit. I don’t think Charlie is quite ready for her first CharlieCard (namesake?), but it’s good to know that it’s okay to have dogs on the T. Charlie’s really looking forward to taking her first trip to Charles/MGH (namesake?) and having her 15 minutes of fame like the adorable pups highlighted on Dogs on the T.
The good news is, the T actually has a pretty cool policy about pets. Give or take a snake. (Snakes on a train!) You can read it on their website, but here’s the deets:
During off-peak hours, non-service dogs are allowed at the discretion of T vehicle operators. Dogs must be properly leashed and are not allowed to annoy riders or take up a seat.
Sounds reasonable to me, and to Charliedog. As Charlie always says, “Winning!” Wait, that was Charlie Sheen. (namesake?)