By Dallin Saurey

Charlie the Yellow lab came into our lives at a crazy time. He was found practically starved to death in an area north of St. Anthony. He had been nurtured back to health by a friend, but she was not able to keep him because she already had several pets.

His next adventure was being adopted by a family with five children. The oldest son had dreamed of having a good hunting dog. The first gunshot proved that Charlie would never be a hunting dog.

He did become one of family, even walking the children to school. He would then return home while the guard would stop traffic for him on Main Street in St. Anthony.

This dog was a great comfort to many people. A nap could be so comforting by this big dog.

He was later given to the children’s grandparents, because he was just too big to be a house dog and he needed space to explore and run.

There were many dangerous adventures which included tangling with rock chucks, porcupines, and vehicles. These involved trips to the vet, stitches, and quill removal.

Grandpa took Charlie fishing in his boat at Ashton Reservoir a bunch of times. Charlie jumped out of Grandpa’s truck at Walmart.

One trip into town included Charlie getting in the front door of Walmart with a cone on his head, which was keeping from chewing some stitches out. His ride to town was summoned to the front of Wal-Mart to retrieve the dog and remove him from the store.