The instructions were: get under the tree and pretend to be happy about it. Because, dammit, WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A HAPPY HOLIDAY SO HELP ME GOD.
Posted in Daily Chuck | Tagged Chuck, dog
That time of year
Protecting his sensitive scalp
What does a brother have to do to get some privacy?
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