It is now almost impossible to take a photo of Chuck alone, and in order to do so we have to tie Coco up somewhere in another part of the house. This morning we left Coco at home in her crate when we took Leta to school, and because Chuck was looking so pathetic I let him ride along. When we returned home he did not want to get out of the car, and the look on his face was one of sheer exhaustion, like he was having to gear up for the torture of the next several hours. Funny that I do not feel sorry for him, maybe because of that one time he stepped in his own poop. Maybe.
