this is charles*. my grandmother is fostering him for the weekend. she has the option to fully adopt him on monday, but his chances are looking very slim. she’s eighty four, and despite her desire to have a dog (she’s been begging for one for years even though everyone tells her she is a subprime dog owner), she is finally realizing that she can’t handle the responsibility. so, aware of his limited time here, i’ve spent most of today at grandma’s falling in love with him.
he’s the cutest little thing, and i think he’s some kind of corgi/beagle mix, although the first thing I thought when I saw him was “stumpy st. bernard.” the shelter thinks he’s about a year old, but no one knows for sure. he is soooo chill and hasn’t barked yet, even after meeting jamie. i’ll be sad to see him and his softest-ears-ever leave.
*this name suits him perfectly. doesn’t he look dignified, even in sleep?
