You guys, Chuck is getting old. He turns 11 next month which is probably why he’s slowing down and becoming a downright grouch. If he were human he’d be standing at the end of the driveway throwing empty beer cans at children riding bikes.
I remember when I had to whisper to Leta that we were going on a walk because he’d hear that word and upturn furniture as he scurried to my side in anticipation. Now? I say, “Hey, Chuck. We’re going for a walk.” And he just sits there staring at me blankly like, “Do I look like I’m interested in something so pointless? Why don’t you go ahead and die already.”
He’s super fun at parties.
