My coworker, whose dog this is, isn’t actually sure what Charlie is, except that he’s twelve and a giant sweetheart. But he looks like a labradoodle, and I choose to believe that he is because that way I can say that he’s a labradoodle dandy, a labradoodly-awesome guy!
*cough* Well, hey, I never claimed to be a lyricist.
Charlie knows exactly how to get what he wants when he visits the office.