Charlsie and Briscoe Dog live in Charleston, South Carolina. Both enjoy long walks at sunset, grilled chicken, and barbecue. Briscoe is a cat enthusiast, loves pillows, and hates having her hair brushed. Charlsie thinks baby powder is an excellent substitute for shampoo, and has given up in the fight against humidity, and accepted that her hair is a lost cause. Charlsie has the greatest job ever and eats lunch in the parking lot on the tailgate of her car most days.
They watches too much television – mostly crime shows and sitcoms, on a television that is entirely too big. Charlsie loves movie trailers, except the ones for horror films, which she can’t watch because they give her nightmares. Briscoe can’t hold her licker and doesn’t understand why everyone doesn’t want to snuggle with lamb dogs. Briscoe doesn’t understand why Charlsie won’t let her have chocolate and pistachios and Charlsie doesn’t understand why Briscoe likes to chew up electrical cords and play with garbage. Charlsie thinks Briscoe’s breath smells like low tide and Briscoe thinks it is weird that Charlsie enjoys thunderstorms.
Both have the tendency to approach life at full force and greatly appreciate having a soft warm bed at the end of the day.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
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