The HVAC technician asked if I was going to put them away, but I told him none of them would move as long as Charlie was calm.
Charlie was Mastiff and St. Bernard mix. He looked and acted like a monster dog, but he was really a pussycat. His best friends are a cat and a Chihuahua. ChiChi is the dangerous dog, but they seldom take her serious. She will start yapping and acting brave, but she hides behind Charlie while doing it. Milly, the cat, tucks herself into Charlie’s side and naps most of the time, and he won’t move until she is awake. Whenever the doorbell rings, he barks, which echoes through the house, and lets me know someone is there. He will jump up at the door, and since he is looking out the window that is almost seven feet off the ground, whoever is outside gets put on alert. When the HVAC technician showed up for the first time, he almost fell off the porch; he backed up so quickly. I said his name, and Charlie went back over and looked at me like I had just punished him. The HVAC technician asked if I was going to put them away, but I told him none of them would move as long as Charlie was calm. Before the HVAC technician left, Charlie made his way to the basement to check out this new person. He crept down the stairs, which had me and the HVAC technician laughing. He was crawling on his belly until he got close enough for me to pet him. He is now good friends with the HVAC technician, and he barks at ChiChi to keep him quiet and away from the HVAC technician.