The Black Marshmellow - Part III

Two weeks later we were still trying to figure his name. My older brother wanted to name him "Elwood" after the infamous Blues Brother. We tried it out for about a day, but it just wasn't working. A few days later, my little brother and I were with the dog upstairs, when I spun around and blurted, "Charlie!". It was perfect! I don't know where it came from, was it devine inspiration? All I know was that my little brother quickly responded, "Yeah! Charlie!". Our little dog even responded with perky ears so as to say, "Sheesh you dopes! It's about time! I've been waiting for two weeks!"