Charlie.

His name is Charlie.
We were introduced by a mutual friend a year and a half ago.
My family loves him.
My mom just thought he was the cutest thing ever when I brought him home.
At first, like most fathers, my dad was hesitant. But now he thinks Charlie is great, too.
Charlie and I take long walks in the park.
He swings to jazz with me whenever I get the urge to dance.
I feed him dinner yet he still tries to steal food off of my plate.
He's got the biggest brown eyes that I have ever seen.
He's low maintenance and doesn't talk much; he usually only speaks up when he's trying to protect me.
Little kids love him. Everywhere we go they are drawn to him and he just sits there and plays with them patiently as they pat his head.
I talk to him in a funny voice and he always comes back to me when I call.
He doesn't like mornings.
We go to my brother's baseball games; he likes to steal my little sisters' toys.
He's pretty small, but I like him just the way he is.
Blogging world, meet my favorite little guy - Charlie.

 To all of you that thought I was talking about a boy...got ya. ;) I'm pretty funny - it's all the sass.

Xoxo