Mitzi

Mitzi is our dog. She is a maltese that likes to bark. Since Hank was born, Mitzi has stayed with my parents on and off until it became more permanent until recently. Charlie has been fixated on bringing Mitzi home. He has her sleep with him, fills her water bowl and food bowl. takes her out, and wants her to play with him (she spends most of the time hiding from Charlie.) After the recycling idea did not work out, Charlie moved on to Mitzi. Marshall walked in just in time from work to be Charlie's helper. Charlie had decided that Mitzi smelled bad and needed a bath. He wanted to take her outside and wash her with cold water. Marshall tried his best to save Mitzi from a bath. He checked with me to make sure that this was not my idea. I told him that it was all Charlie. Charlie went upstairs and got shampoo and a towel. He had Marshall put Mitzi in the tub and bathe her. Luckily for Mitzi, Marshall made the water warm. Mitzi has been trying to lay low, but Charlie keeps finding her. Charlie wants to buy her a bed, so she can sleep on the floor in his room (ALL his idea.) and toys. Last night I went to check on them and they were cuddled up together asleep in Charlie's bed. I want to buy her a bark collar. She is a very sweet and obedient dog except when anyone comes to the door. We are going to PetSmart as soon as possible.