My rescuers called me Weaver but I have a new name now. I’m Charlie but you can call me Chuck; sometimes Mom calls me Chuckles or Charlie Brown. Regardless, when she smiles and calls me to come I know I am loved and wanted.  I am originally from California. A state where most people care allot about what people throw out. Unfortunately somebody thought I was worthy of tossing. You'd be amazed how many good dogs find them selves without a home, no food, no safety. I tell you, it is hard to be a "Little Mutt" in a big dog world.  Just when I thought there was no hope my luck took a turn. I got myself a first class ticket to Canada thanks to the people at Little Mutts Rescue here in Calgary.  Now I  admit I had hoped for a place with a bit more of a tropical climate, but with my new ensemble of boots and a snazzy winter jacket it is bearable. That reminds me. I know lots of folks think that "Rescue Dogs" have been abandoned by previous owners because they are bad dogs or un-trainable but that’s just not true. I am a GOOD dog. Like allot of rescue dogs I came housetrained and have manners too. You won't find this little man lifting his leg inside the house. No Sir!   My Mom had intended just to foster me until I found my real home but it wasn't long before I had won her over and she realized what I already knew.....I was home! I don't mean to toot my own horn but I am very intelligent, gentle and affectionate. I'd consider myself a real people pleaser. I'm not a picky eater and I even eat my vegetables. I guess you could also say I am a real ladies man. I know some guys are leg men, but I am more of a "slipper man". OH how I love everything there is about ladies slippers. They are fluffy pieces of heaven if you ask me. I like to drag them into my bed and snuggle with them all night. I can't fall asleep without one.  My Mom thinks it’s funny to wake up and have to look for her slipper each morning. She never scolds me for taking them and just says that I am a cuddly little love bug. I have 2 new dog brothers named Tiger and Jaxon and a cat brother named Cecil.  It gets a little crazy in the house sometimes but what fun it is!  I also have a fantastic Dad and Granddad who I love very much.  In fact it was my Granddad who gave me my great name! Please open your hearts and homes to a rescued dog. It pain’s me to think that there are so many "Little Mutts" still waiting for that lucky break. Too many wonderful dogs are simply tossed into the streets or end up in kill shelters. Please check your local rescue instead of a pet store. Every dog deserves his day and a new home! I’m grateful for mine.

    Thank-you Amy for all that you do,

    Karen, Paul, Charlie, Tiger, Jaxon and Cecil