Chuck plays an important role in the beauty regimen of my girls.
And it is best served cold so as to elicit the most horrendous pain.
It’s not even a rooster but all I want to do is cock-a-doodle-doo when I look at this.
Where you will find Chuck when he is not writing poetry about his feelings.
I can’t even believe I’m about to do this: I hereby recommend that you go out right now and adopt a herding dog.
So much easier than carrying a sombrero and a fly swatter through an airport.
Once again reminded about Chuck’s lineage and which among the thousands of breeds he’s related to has such a gene so dominantly crotchety.
If we get a third puppy purse they could play stand-in for the wise men.
I’m cherishing all her smiles these days. Coco is enduring all her constant attention.
The canine version of crossword puzzles and Sudoku.