It’s gotten so that every time I hear the name ‘Charlie’ I hear these voices saying it. I’d like that to maybe stop please, so if anyone has any ideas on exactly which neurons I can destroy, that’d be good, thanks.
That said, I liked meeting Charlie, with or without the voices in my head. He is a charming and cheerful Pomeranian corgi mix, one year old and exactly as awesome as one might expect that combination to be. He does have to work a little on the ‘not jumping up’ thing, but he’s surprisingly polite about it even so.