Marlo became instantly enamored with Carol’s dogs Basie and Rosie:
The day before we hopped on the plane home she lingered around both dogs and talked about how much she loved them.
“I love them almost as much as I love Coco. Coco is my favorite dog.”
“What about Chuck?” I asked. “Don’t you love Chuck, too?”
“No,” she said very matter-of-factly. And then she provided no explanation.
“Okay, well then, what is wrong with Chuck?”
“He’s grumpy. And he hides in the basement. And he won’t play horsey with me. And he smells.”
I think she would have kept listing more reasons if she wasn’t so bored talking about him. Poor dog. Such a rough life.