Seen here guarding what is left of his rawhide bone. Coco has begged for it all morning, and by begged I mean cried and yelped her fuzzy head off. It’s mornings like this one where the soundtrack in our house is this crazed dog screaming nonsense, and in the background you hear Chuck providing the beat going, GRRR… GRRR… GRRR… GRRR.
