A snapshot from my hike with the dogs on Saturday before two trees got claimed by Chuck.
As we make our way through my closet Chuck is becoming more cooperative and ever more fabulous.
If you throw it, she will come back.
Conveniently this scarf also acts as a handy modesty patch.
Before I broke the news that I was leaving on yet another jet plane.
No animal was injured in the unwrapping of this Christmas morning.
Despite all appearances, we are not hunkered down here with guns and cannons and flaming menorahs.
Well, not so much of a whomp as a plop, but it’s looking like a white Christmas.
Yes, Chuck. I remember what it was like to Christmas shop in flip-flops in LA. I feel your pain.
Whenever I get a shot of Chuck mid-yawn I imagine him having a very thick Midwestern accent.