Post by charliebarkin12 on Dec 5, 2005 22:25:54 GMT -5
This is soley pretend. Also, Charlie Barkin and all related characters are copyright MGM/UA.
Meeting Charlie Barkin
A dedication to the people hit by Katrina
“There’s another one, swimming, over there!” I called, pointing at a black lab stuck in 5 feet of water swimming in circles. We were in a helicopter, my partner flying it. He lowered the copter onto a rooftop and then I waded out to the lab, neck-deep in filthy water. I grabbed the dog by his scruff and led him to the copter, then opened a cage door, put him in, and put him in the back with the rest of today’s rescued dogs. It was loud in there from all the barking. I sat down and the copter lifted off.
An hour later I saw another one, a German Shepherd mix. It hadn’t occurred to me, at the time, that it might be my long-loved favorite cartoon character Charlie Barkin, as I had assumed he didn’t exist. But anyways, back to my story. He was stuck on a rooftop, soaking wet and shivering. I stepped out of the copter and walked up to about a yard away from the dog. “Come here boy,” I said, patting my knee. Tail tucked between his legs, he took a few cautious steps forward. “Come on, it’s okay,” I said soothingly. He took a few more steps forward until I was nose-to-nose with him. There was a little bark somewhere not far away. I put the dog in a cage and went to look for the source of the bark. It was a dachshund. I picked him up and put him, also wet, into a cage next to the shepherd mix.
Back at the ASPCA in Houston, we were discussing the amount of dogs we had rescued from Katrina. After awhile I got up and left to feed the dogs. Many of them had yet to be checked by the vet, and we were giving them numbers instead of names. Suck as K-12 and K-13, the Dachshund and shepherd mix we found together. We had put them in the same cage because they seemed to be close friends. The Dachshund had been found with a hat and a shirt, which we had removed. “You know,” I said, as I entered their cage, “you remind me of Charlie and Itchy from all dogs go to heaven. You ever seen that movie? You can’t keep a good dog down!” The shepherd mix’s ears perked forward and he wagged his tail. “Charlie?” I said again, as if he were really Charlie. He barked. “Itchy?” the Dachshund’s tail wagged. “Oh my god…” I said. “Charlie, come on.” I opened the cage door and started walking towards the lounge, the dogs hot on my heels. “Hey, put in All Dogs go to Heaven for me, will ya?” I said, sitting down. My partner stood and put it in. No one asked me anything. The movie came on. The dogs were practically on the TV. “Oh my God… It’s them!” I said. Some people looked at me funny. “Charlie and Itchy! Look, their markings are exactly the same, and they answer to the names Charlie and Itchy,” I said. “Watch. Come here, Charlie!” I called, patting my lap. The dog put his front paws in my lap. “Now… Howl,” I said, remembering that Charlie was probably the only dog on earth that could howl like a wolf. He howled like a wolf. “d**n, I think you’re right,” Mike said. He shook his head. “Unbelievable. You think they can talk?” “No, not to us anyway,” I said, stroking Charlie’s head. “But maybe… You know how I’ve always been able to understand animals?” Mike, my partner, nodded. “Well… Hmm… Charlie… Were you born in New Orleans? Give me a verbal answer if you can.” “Well yeah, of course,” Charlie said, wagging his tail. “Oh my god…” I said. “Mike, did you hear that?” “All I heard was a bark,” Mike said. I shook my head. “Crazy,” I muttered. “Charlie, Itchy, what do you… what do you want?” I asked, looking from one dog to the other. “A beer and two bones,” Charlie said. “And give me my hat and shirt,” Itchy growled. “We can’t do that, Itchy,” I said. “Come on, it’s your turn to get checked over by the vet.” I picked Itchy up, ignoring his protests, and took him to the vet’s office, laying him on the examination table. The vet passed him off as healthy. Then I left to put Itchy up and get Charlie. Charlie was actually not quite healthy. According to the vet he had a mild case of kennel cough, which would, hopefully, go away on its own.
A week later I had taken Itchy home but Charlie, on the other hand, had become extremely sick. He had to stay at the ASPCA Animal Hospital. I was visiting him with Itchy every day though. Charlie had developed a persisting fever and a violent cough and was on IV s for both medicine and fluids, because he wouldn’t drink, no matter how much I told him to. Today he wasn’t doing much better. He was asleep when we walked in. I stroked his head and whispered in his ear while Itchy simply curled up next to him. I then left them alone together.
“Charlie,” Itchy said, poking Charlie. “Let’s go now, we need to get out of here.” Charlie opened one eye. “Alright, alright, your right. Help me get these IV s outta my leg,” he said. Itchy did as Charlie said, and Charlie jumped down from the table where he had been laying. I, on the other hand, was in the lounge, with the door shut, talking to Mike. Charlie and Itchy, who happened to have his shirt and hat back, snuck out the door and then walked, as fast as they could (for Charlie was still sick), across the road and to the new dogs-only casino Itchy had made for Charlie. Many of Charlie’s old friends had, indeed, escaped from their cages at the pound as well. Now I’ll type from Charlie’s point of view.
Ch. 2
“Itch, it’s great. Thanks, ole buddy,” I said, sitting next to Itchy and putting an arm around his neck. “Thanks a lot.” I coughed harshly for a moment, and went to the back. A caring Border collie mix, an old friend of mine, named Dot, was already there. “Charlie, I heard that you’re sick. You should lay down, come on, we made you a bed,” she said, and by we she meant her, Itchy, and a pure white, blue eyed Husky mix named Arctix. I did as they said, mainly for lack of energy to argue. “Now…” I said, closing my eyes. “Arctix, I want that you should bring me a beer and then get everyone out, and then I want you to open.” I opened one eye and Arctix left the room. “Wait Arctix! Beer is unhealthy for sick dogs,” Dot called, racing after Arctix. “Charlie! Have a soda!” Arctix called. I laughed a little under my breath. “That’s fine!” I called, coughing a little afterwards. I pulled a blanket over myself and fell asleep before Arctix was back. Short chapter, I know, but end chapter. I’m gonna type through my brother’s eyes now.
Ch. 3
My name is Shanen. I’m Charlie’s brother; Charlie and I were the only two survivors of our litter. And we haven’t seen each other for five years. My fur is gray and dark gray, but my markings are rather hard to explain, so use your imagination. Heheh. Anyways. I saw the words “Charlie’s Place” and figured I’d better go check it out. I had been brought here because of Katrina. I figured Charlie had to be dead, I couldn’t think of why I hadn’t seen him at the shelter amongst the rows of dogs, other than that. So I entered the building. “Um…” I said to a husky mix with a pure white coat, “Do you know… Do you know a Charlie Barkin?” “What? Yeah, of course,” the dog said. “He’s alive? Oh my God…” I said, shaking my head. “He’s… he’s my brother.” “What?!?” the other dog said, looking at me weirdly. “Well… Um… Do you want to see him? He’s really sick.” “Yeah… Yeah, I want to see him,” I said. “Okay… okay… Come back here…” He led me into a room at the back of the building. Charlie lay asleep on a bed of pillows, a blanket pulled over his back. “Charlie…” I whispered, licking him once on the face. I nudged him with my nose. He opened one eye. “Charlie,” I said again, “Charlie, you’re… alive.” “Yes I’m alive, who are you?” Charlie growled. Last time we saw each other we were pups so he apparently didn’t recognize me. Opening both eyes, Charlie repeated his question. “I… I’m Shanen Barkin, your brother,” I said. “Prove it,” he said. “You, get outta the room,” I growled at the husky. He left. “How many dogs know your middle name?” I asked Charlie. “My mother, my father, and my brother,” Charlie said. “Where are you going with this?” “Burt, your middle name is Burt, Charlie,” I said, laughing. “So you are my brother…” Charlie whispered. “It’s been so long.” “Charlie, I’ll be right back,” I said, just as Charlie had a coughing fit so harsh he almost vomited. I left the room, and went towards a female Border collie mix. “Hey you,” I said, looking at her, ”what’s wrong with Charlie?” “I’m thinking he has pneumonia,” the mix said. “We’re trying to find a vet.” I nodded. “So… um… well… I’m Charlie’s brother Shanen, and you are?” I said, my head thingyed to one side. “I’m Dot, that’s Itchy, and the husky is Arctix,” Dot said. “Hmm… Hey shorty,” I said to the dachshund named Itchy, “What business do you have with Charlie?” I may have sounded mean, but that was just me. “I’m his best friend, why do you care?” Itchy asked, looking at me like I was an idiot. “Because he’s my only brother,” I growled back, “in fact, the only family member I have left.” “Oh, well that’s nice,” Itchy growled back. I left the room and went to lay next to Charlie.
“Shanen. Shanen, wake up, we found a vet for Charlie.” I woke up to find Dot’s face inches away from mine. “Arrgh!” I shouted, startled. This awoke Charlie, who coughed and looked at me rather angrily. “That’s good, that’s good,” I said, “but the question is how?” “Well there’s this dog, and his owner, who happens to be a vet, is here right now…” Dot said. “It’s… it’s hard to explain.” “That’s fine,” I said as a man walked in the room, with a Wire Fox terrier bounding at his feet. The dog nudged Charlie with his nose. “Oh my… oh my… I’ve never seen anything like this,” the vet said, kneeling down and stroking Charlie’s head, then picking him up and taking him outside, now with Itchy and I hot on his heels. “So I guess you’re coming too,” he said as he opened the back door of his car. He laid Charlie down on the seat and the rest of us jumped in. Charlie had a sudden coughing fit so harsh he vomited on the floor of the car. “Oh Charlie,” I said, licking Charlie’s cheek. “I didn’t want to see you like this, I really didn’t.” Charlie moaned but remained silent. “You’re in pain, aren’t you? Charlie…” I whined. Charlie nodded and closed his eyes. “Hey Itchy, I’m sorry about earlier,” I said, looking the dachshund in the eye. He didn’t reply; he merely nodded. The car stopped suddenly. The vet got out of the car and scooped Charlie up in his arms and walked towards the brick building, the other dogs following him. “You guys need to stay out, except for you, Squeaker,” the vet said, indicating his terrier. Itchy and I turned and ran off. Charlie would be back. They hoped.
About five days later Charlie was back and well. “Charlie!” I yelled when he came back, tackling Charlie, just like when we were puppies. “Shanen!” Charlie cried, licking me in the face and pulling on my ear. I laughed and pawed at my ear, pulled away, and let Charlie get up. “Thank God you’re okay,” I said, laughing again. “How’s your life been treating you?” “Well… There was the hurricane, of course, but other than that it’s been pretty good. Wait a minute…” he said, finally noticing I had a collar and tags. “You’ve an owner?” “Had, before the hurricane,” I said, “I lived in the French quarter. Nice place really, there were a couple of dogs that sat in a ridiculous Hawaii costume every day to get their owners money that I was real good friends with.” “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you at first,” Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “It’s okay,” I said with a laugh. And then I growled, my ears back, the fur on my back bristling and my muzzle pointed toward the door. “The dog catchers,” I growled. “Get back, Charlie and I can take care of them.” “No, Shanen, I’ve been in the pound,” Charlie said, his tail tucked between his legs. “What’d you do?” I said, suddenly forgetting what I was doing. “I was framed, alright, I didn’t do anything,” Charlie growled. “Ah,” Shanen said. Suddenly a woman came in with one of those poles with the nose on the end. “Charlie!” she cried suddenly, looking at Charlie with an utmost love.
Back to me, Katie, again.
Ch. 4
“Charlie! Where have you been? I was worried,” I said, scooping Charlie up in my arms. “Who is this?” “That’s my brother, Shanen,” Charlie said. “Wait a minute, wait a minute, Charlie… She can understand you?” Shanen said. “Well yeah… She talks to animals,” Charlie said. “Look lady,” he said, turning to me, “I don’t want to live with you, I want to be free.” “Fine, fine,” I said, setting him down. “You can go wherever you want.” I hugged him, turned, and left. "Bye Charlie!" I called as I walked away and out of sight.
The end.
Meeting Charlie Barkin
A dedication to the people hit by Katrina
“There’s another one, swimming, over there!” I called, pointing at a black lab stuck in 5 feet of water swimming in circles. We were in a helicopter, my partner flying it. He lowered the copter onto a rooftop and then I waded out to the lab, neck-deep in filthy water. I grabbed the dog by his scruff and led him to the copter, then opened a cage door, put him in, and put him in the back with the rest of today’s rescued dogs. It was loud in there from all the barking. I sat down and the copter lifted off.
An hour later I saw another one, a German Shepherd mix. It hadn’t occurred to me, at the time, that it might be my long-loved favorite cartoon character Charlie Barkin, as I had assumed he didn’t exist. But anyways, back to my story. He was stuck on a rooftop, soaking wet and shivering. I stepped out of the copter and walked up to about a yard away from the dog. “Come here boy,” I said, patting my knee. Tail tucked between his legs, he took a few cautious steps forward. “Come on, it’s okay,” I said soothingly. He took a few more steps forward until I was nose-to-nose with him. There was a little bark somewhere not far away. I put the dog in a cage and went to look for the source of the bark. It was a dachshund. I picked him up and put him, also wet, into a cage next to the shepherd mix.
Back at the ASPCA in Houston, we were discussing the amount of dogs we had rescued from Katrina. After awhile I got up and left to feed the dogs. Many of them had yet to be checked by the vet, and we were giving them numbers instead of names. Suck as K-12 and K-13, the Dachshund and shepherd mix we found together. We had put them in the same cage because they seemed to be close friends. The Dachshund had been found with a hat and a shirt, which we had removed. “You know,” I said, as I entered their cage, “you remind me of Charlie and Itchy from all dogs go to heaven. You ever seen that movie? You can’t keep a good dog down!” The shepherd mix’s ears perked forward and he wagged his tail. “Charlie?” I said again, as if he were really Charlie. He barked. “Itchy?” the Dachshund’s tail wagged. “Oh my god…” I said. “Charlie, come on.” I opened the cage door and started walking towards the lounge, the dogs hot on my heels. “Hey, put in All Dogs go to Heaven for me, will ya?” I said, sitting down. My partner stood and put it in. No one asked me anything. The movie came on. The dogs were practically on the TV. “Oh my God… It’s them!” I said. Some people looked at me funny. “Charlie and Itchy! Look, their markings are exactly the same, and they answer to the names Charlie and Itchy,” I said. “Watch. Come here, Charlie!” I called, patting my lap. The dog put his front paws in my lap. “Now… Howl,” I said, remembering that Charlie was probably the only dog on earth that could howl like a wolf. He howled like a wolf. “d**n, I think you’re right,” Mike said. He shook his head. “Unbelievable. You think they can talk?” “No, not to us anyway,” I said, stroking Charlie’s head. “But maybe… You know how I’ve always been able to understand animals?” Mike, my partner, nodded. “Well… Hmm… Charlie… Were you born in New Orleans? Give me a verbal answer if you can.” “Well yeah, of course,” Charlie said, wagging his tail. “Oh my god…” I said. “Mike, did you hear that?” “All I heard was a bark,” Mike said. I shook my head. “Crazy,” I muttered. “Charlie, Itchy, what do you… what do you want?” I asked, looking from one dog to the other. “A beer and two bones,” Charlie said. “And give me my hat and shirt,” Itchy growled. “We can’t do that, Itchy,” I said. “Come on, it’s your turn to get checked over by the vet.” I picked Itchy up, ignoring his protests, and took him to the vet’s office, laying him on the examination table. The vet passed him off as healthy. Then I left to put Itchy up and get Charlie. Charlie was actually not quite healthy. According to the vet he had a mild case of kennel cough, which would, hopefully, go away on its own.
A week later I had taken Itchy home but Charlie, on the other hand, had become extremely sick. He had to stay at the ASPCA Animal Hospital. I was visiting him with Itchy every day though. Charlie had developed a persisting fever and a violent cough and was on IV s for both medicine and fluids, because he wouldn’t drink, no matter how much I told him to. Today he wasn’t doing much better. He was asleep when we walked in. I stroked his head and whispered in his ear while Itchy simply curled up next to him. I then left them alone together.
“Charlie,” Itchy said, poking Charlie. “Let’s go now, we need to get out of here.” Charlie opened one eye. “Alright, alright, your right. Help me get these IV s outta my leg,” he said. Itchy did as Charlie said, and Charlie jumped down from the table where he had been laying. I, on the other hand, was in the lounge, with the door shut, talking to Mike. Charlie and Itchy, who happened to have his shirt and hat back, snuck out the door and then walked, as fast as they could (for Charlie was still sick), across the road and to the new dogs-only casino Itchy had made for Charlie. Many of Charlie’s old friends had, indeed, escaped from their cages at the pound as well. Now I’ll type from Charlie’s point of view.
Ch. 2
“Itch, it’s great. Thanks, ole buddy,” I said, sitting next to Itchy and putting an arm around his neck. “Thanks a lot.” I coughed harshly for a moment, and went to the back. A caring Border collie mix, an old friend of mine, named Dot, was already there. “Charlie, I heard that you’re sick. You should lay down, come on, we made you a bed,” she said, and by we she meant her, Itchy, and a pure white, blue eyed Husky mix named Arctix. I did as they said, mainly for lack of energy to argue. “Now…” I said, closing my eyes. “Arctix, I want that you should bring me a beer and then get everyone out, and then I want you to open.” I opened one eye and Arctix left the room. “Wait Arctix! Beer is unhealthy for sick dogs,” Dot called, racing after Arctix. “Charlie! Have a soda!” Arctix called. I laughed a little under my breath. “That’s fine!” I called, coughing a little afterwards. I pulled a blanket over myself and fell asleep before Arctix was back. Short chapter, I know, but end chapter. I’m gonna type through my brother’s eyes now.
Ch. 3
My name is Shanen. I’m Charlie’s brother; Charlie and I were the only two survivors of our litter. And we haven’t seen each other for five years. My fur is gray and dark gray, but my markings are rather hard to explain, so use your imagination. Heheh. Anyways. I saw the words “Charlie’s Place” and figured I’d better go check it out. I had been brought here because of Katrina. I figured Charlie had to be dead, I couldn’t think of why I hadn’t seen him at the shelter amongst the rows of dogs, other than that. So I entered the building. “Um…” I said to a husky mix with a pure white coat, “Do you know… Do you know a Charlie Barkin?” “What? Yeah, of course,” the dog said. “He’s alive? Oh my God…” I said, shaking my head. “He’s… he’s my brother.” “What?!?” the other dog said, looking at me weirdly. “Well… Um… Do you want to see him? He’s really sick.” “Yeah… Yeah, I want to see him,” I said. “Okay… okay… Come back here…” He led me into a room at the back of the building. Charlie lay asleep on a bed of pillows, a blanket pulled over his back. “Charlie…” I whispered, licking him once on the face. I nudged him with my nose. He opened one eye. “Charlie,” I said again, “Charlie, you’re… alive.” “Yes I’m alive, who are you?” Charlie growled. Last time we saw each other we were pups so he apparently didn’t recognize me. Opening both eyes, Charlie repeated his question. “I… I’m Shanen Barkin, your brother,” I said. “Prove it,” he said. “You, get outta the room,” I growled at the husky. He left. “How many dogs know your middle name?” I asked Charlie. “My mother, my father, and my brother,” Charlie said. “Where are you going with this?” “Burt, your middle name is Burt, Charlie,” I said, laughing. “So you are my brother…” Charlie whispered. “It’s been so long.” “Charlie, I’ll be right back,” I said, just as Charlie had a coughing fit so harsh he almost vomited. I left the room, and went towards a female Border collie mix. “Hey you,” I said, looking at her, ”what’s wrong with Charlie?” “I’m thinking he has pneumonia,” the mix said. “We’re trying to find a vet.” I nodded. “So… um… well… I’m Charlie’s brother Shanen, and you are?” I said, my head thingyed to one side. “I’m Dot, that’s Itchy, and the husky is Arctix,” Dot said. “Hmm… Hey shorty,” I said to the dachshund named Itchy, “What business do you have with Charlie?” I may have sounded mean, but that was just me. “I’m his best friend, why do you care?” Itchy asked, looking at me like I was an idiot. “Because he’s my only brother,” I growled back, “in fact, the only family member I have left.” “Oh, well that’s nice,” Itchy growled back. I left the room and went to lay next to Charlie.
“Shanen. Shanen, wake up, we found a vet for Charlie.” I woke up to find Dot’s face inches away from mine. “Arrgh!” I shouted, startled. This awoke Charlie, who coughed and looked at me rather angrily. “That’s good, that’s good,” I said, “but the question is how?” “Well there’s this dog, and his owner, who happens to be a vet, is here right now…” Dot said. “It’s… it’s hard to explain.” “That’s fine,” I said as a man walked in the room, with a Wire Fox terrier bounding at his feet. The dog nudged Charlie with his nose. “Oh my… oh my… I’ve never seen anything like this,” the vet said, kneeling down and stroking Charlie’s head, then picking him up and taking him outside, now with Itchy and I hot on his heels. “So I guess you’re coming too,” he said as he opened the back door of his car. He laid Charlie down on the seat and the rest of us jumped in. Charlie had a sudden coughing fit so harsh he vomited on the floor of the car. “Oh Charlie,” I said, licking Charlie’s cheek. “I didn’t want to see you like this, I really didn’t.” Charlie moaned but remained silent. “You’re in pain, aren’t you? Charlie…” I whined. Charlie nodded and closed his eyes. “Hey Itchy, I’m sorry about earlier,” I said, looking the dachshund in the eye. He didn’t reply; he merely nodded. The car stopped suddenly. The vet got out of the car and scooped Charlie up in his arms and walked towards the brick building, the other dogs following him. “You guys need to stay out, except for you, Squeaker,” the vet said, indicating his terrier. Itchy and I turned and ran off. Charlie would be back. They hoped.
About five days later Charlie was back and well. “Charlie!” I yelled when he came back, tackling Charlie, just like when we were puppies. “Shanen!” Charlie cried, licking me in the face and pulling on my ear. I laughed and pawed at my ear, pulled away, and let Charlie get up. “Thank God you’re okay,” I said, laughing again. “How’s your life been treating you?” “Well… There was the hurricane, of course, but other than that it’s been pretty good. Wait a minute…” he said, finally noticing I had a collar and tags. “You’ve an owner?” “Had, before the hurricane,” I said, “I lived in the French quarter. Nice place really, there were a couple of dogs that sat in a ridiculous Hawaii costume every day to get their owners money that I was real good friends with.” “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you at first,” Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “It’s okay,” I said with a laugh. And then I growled, my ears back, the fur on my back bristling and my muzzle pointed toward the door. “The dog catchers,” I growled. “Get back, Charlie and I can take care of them.” “No, Shanen, I’ve been in the pound,” Charlie said, his tail tucked between his legs. “What’d you do?” I said, suddenly forgetting what I was doing. “I was framed, alright, I didn’t do anything,” Charlie growled. “Ah,” Shanen said. Suddenly a woman came in with one of those poles with the nose on the end. “Charlie!” she cried suddenly, looking at Charlie with an utmost love.
Back to me, Katie, again.
Ch. 4
“Charlie! Where have you been? I was worried,” I said, scooping Charlie up in my arms. “Who is this?” “That’s my brother, Shanen,” Charlie said. “Wait a minute, wait a minute, Charlie… She can understand you?” Shanen said. “Well yeah… She talks to animals,” Charlie said. “Look lady,” he said, turning to me, “I don’t want to live with you, I want to be free.” “Fine, fine,” I said, setting him down. “You can go wherever you want.” I hugged him, turned, and left. "Bye Charlie!" I called as I walked away and out of sight.
The end.
THAT IS VERY RUDE TO TELL SOMEONE THAT!!! 
I am just worning you that becouse it will cause you to ave a bad reputaion like me and other people. so please be Nicer and so what if you read it it acually says it is pretend like all fan fics are and dont for get Charlie go Twenty years of is life back 
