At only 15 weeks old, Ginny and Charlie Miller are probly the silliest, tumbliest, cuddliest, squishy-face-est English Bulldog siblings I’ve ever innerviewed, Paws Down. I mean, it took me about twice as long cuz I kept laffin’ at their off-the-charts adorable-ness, an my assistant kept laffin’ an givin’ em Nose Boops an liddle pats (which was No Help). Woof, was it fun, tho.
Their Mom an Dad, Susie an Shane, welcomed me an my assistant, an innerduced themselves an their two little muffins, who were busy bouncin’ about happily. They were white with brown/brindle places and brown freckles on their tummies. Ginny was a bit smaller an wore a pink harness; her brother sported a blue harness. They both had big, fluffy paws which, they assured me, they planned to grow into when they stopped bein’ puppies.
Following intros an Wag-an-Sniffs, I got situated, an opened my notebook. Ginny an Charlie showed no signs of ackshully sittin’ down.
“K, so I’m gonna tell you stuff about us, an Ginny’s gonna help, also, cuz our ’memberin’ is a liddle fluffy sometimes, cuz we haven’t been around that long, ya know?” Charlie said, as he sniffed The Notebook, an gave it a coupla moist Boops.
“That’s perfectly fine!” I replied. “Jus take your time. So, how did you find your Furever Mom an Dad?”
Finally, the wiggly pair settled down a liddle. It became clear that Charlie was the laid back loverboy and his liddle sis was the ram-BUNK-shus one.
“OK, so,” Charlie began, “Mom an Dad were up in Baltimore, when their buh-loved Duncan, an English Bulldog like us, hadda go to Dog Heaven. He was only 6-anna-haff an they were what’s called DEH-va-stated. They flew back to here but the house was Too Empty.”
“They ree-lized it was cuz there wasn’t a dog in it,” Ginny added.
“So, they went On the Line an looked for The Best Breeders,” Charlie continued.
“An GUESS WHAT?” innerjected Ginny, excitedly. “They found OUR litter! Seven of us at a breeder in Vur-GIN-ya!”
“Yes!” Charlie continued. “They did what’s called FACE time! They could ackshully SEE our FACES! An they picked ME!”
“But they also really, really liked ME,” noted Ginny. “They pondered an pondered, an after a while, they called the Breeder an asked if they still had ME. They DID, Thank Lassie! We’re each other’s BFF!”
“So,” Charlie continued, “when we were all ready to join our Furever Famly, Mom an Dad flew to Vur-GIN-ya to collect us. It was the very first time we ackshully met In The Fur: Sunday, Oct. 5. It was like we’d always known each other. We felt SO COMF-tubble.
“An, Guess What? We got to ride inna Very Speshul Private Plane called Flex Jet, JUST for US.”
“Yeah, plus, the plane people gave us Gift Baskets an Bandanas an TOYS anna Wader Bowl!” added Ginny.
“Woof, Gift Baskets! That is SO Cool Kibbles,” I exclaimed.
“I KNOW, right?” Ginny agreed. “We were pretty liddle then. Now Charlie’s 22 pouns an I’m 20. An, guess what, when we finally grow into our big, fluffy paws, he’ll be about 60 pouns an I’ll be about 50!”
“Cool Kibbles! So first off, since your Registered an all, do you have those long, cool Papers names.”
“Glad you asked,” said Charlie. “Our Mom’s name is Pirates Favorite Rum Malibu Peres of Manteo, an our Dad’s is Yes, I am a Pirate of Manteo. MY name is Charlie Woodford Miller an HER name is Ginny Hendricks Miller.
“WOOF!” I Exclaimed, impressed. “Those are Immensely Cool Kibbles!. So how was it when you first got to your Furever Home?”
“Well,” Ginny began, “at first, we had what’s called A Bug, so we had chiggen-an-rice every day. Now we get Blue Buffalo Alligator. Which is …”
“Whoa there,” I innerupted. “ALLIGATOR, you said?”
“YEP, there’s lotsa PRO-teen in it!”
“Who knew,” I mumbled.
“We love it here,” Charlie continued. “We have six little beds, but we’re practicin’ our Potty Training so we can sleep with Mom an Dad. THAT’s the GOAL. We also have big comfy crates for when Mom an Dad are away. They leave music on for us, lounge music or spa music, so we drift off to sleep. We flop on our backs with our legs hangin’ out an SNORE! BIG TIME!”
“Speak for yourself! I don’t snore,” retorted Milly, hastily changing the subject. “We run around outside a lot, speshully in the, what’re they called? Those green, fluffy things? Umm, BUSHES!
Way fun! Sometimes we find lizz-erds. We’re also good at Leash Walks. AN we’re very frenly with peeple.
“I guess I do have a tiny issue with nibblin’,” she admitted. “I keep forgettin’ I’m not s’pose to nibble Mom. She has lotsa nibble marks on her arms, an colorful bandaids to cover ’em UP. I’m tryin’ to quit. Also, sometimes, I sorta nibble Charlie’s back leg.”
“BITE!” corrected Charlie. “You BITE my leg. Which I don’t appreciate.”
“Oh, poo,” Milly scoffed. “We both enjoy riding in the golf cart over to the beach. But we haven’t actually been ON the beach yet. We’re just getting’ USE to it.”
“We also LOVE ridin’ in the truck,” shared Charlie. “The cab, of course. NOT the back part. AN we sometimes go to places like Starbucks an Dunkin’ an Chick-Fil-A, for yummy treats like Pup Cups an Puppa-chino.
“An,” added Milly, “we have LOTS of toys, but we (well me) prefer fightin’ over one toy. Mom an Dad say I’m the Instant-Gator, whatever that means.”
“Hey, liddle sis, just wait till I grow UP. THEN we’ll see.”
“Humpf!” Milly replied.
“Any speshull human frens?” I queried.
“Totally!” replied Charlie. “There’s our Big Brother A.J.; an Emma an baby Michael, he’s 2 anna haff, up in Cuh-NETTY-cut, who we can’t wait to meet in the fur.”
I was smilin’ all the way home, thinkin’ about Uber Adorable Milly an Charlie, their lovable doganalities an zuhwa-duh-VEE-vuh. I was also debatin’ whether to see if my Gramma and Grampa might consider gettin’ me some Blue Buffalo Alligator. Or. Maybe not.
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