I am the owner of a fat little mutt named Charlie Brown.
(We call him Charles when he's in trouble.)
He's lazy, eats almost anything, and I love him terribly.
My mom named him after her favorite cartoon character, and he's been her little shadow ever since.
Even though Mom never wanted a dog, she and Charlie became the best of friends.
Whenever I'm sad, Charlie can be found scratching at my door whimpering. He loves to comfort people with little kisses and snuggles.
I know that dogs aren't people and that some just don't understand how you can "love" an animal, but Charlie is special to me and will always have a place in my heart.