If my daughter or I tried to pick Charlie up and hold him，he would quickly scamper away and head straight back to where he was least wanted.Charlie wasan acrobat too.Many times my husband was almost brought to the point of heart failure when Charlie would silently creep up behind the recliner and jump over my husband’s head and into his lap.As many times as Charlie did this，my husband was never prepared for the overhead assault.There was one game that Charlie would play with my daughter and me，but it took a lot of coaxing.We would stand in front of Charlie and wave our nightgrowns back and forth.Charlie’s tail would begin to sway.Then he would position himself for the launch by rocking back and forth.Eventually it ended with us screaming and running through the house and Charlie in hot pursuit.Charlie had a particular dislike for all females，I think.I had a lady that came once a week to clean for me and Charlie clearly hated her.One morning she arrived before I had finished dressing for work，and had gone upstairs to get the bed linens.Charlie was waiting for her just inside one of the bedroom doorways.The attack was swift and the result was a blood curdling scream that would wake the dead.From that day on，I had to make sure that Charlie was out of the house before the cleaning lady would come inside.Even so，Charlie was not through with her.He knew that she would come outside to put the trash in the garbage can.Charlie was patient.He waited，and he nailed her again.Now she refused to take the trash out.
Charlie lived his life pretty much like be wanted to.If he felt romantic，he would scour the neighborhood in search of female companionship.My sister had a female dog and wanted Charlie to mate with her dog.When the time was right，I grabbed Charlie，put him in the car and off we went to my sister’s.Once there，we closed the garage door and stood back to watch the romantic scene unfold.Never have I heard such growling and howling！Back and forth they went under the cars，darting here and there，it sounded like they were killing each other.This is not working I thought.Indignant that Charlie would spurn her dog，my sister said，“Your dog is obviously gay.”