Coco’s favorite toy is a set of three squeaky squirrels, and what amazes us is how tenderly she plays with each of them. Chuck would have demolished these squirrels within three minutes of being introduced to them, would have ripped open their bellies and gutted their stuffing, but Coco clutches them gently with her mouth and carries them around almost as if they were her babies. I can barely withstand this cuteness, and it makes every molecule in my body tingle. Almost enough that I can forgive her for eating poop. Almost. Not totally.
