If Mormons did genealogy on dogs they’d trace Chuck back to Tanzania. And then have him baptized in the name of his ancestors.
He knew this would happen when he saw what I’d brought the girls from Africa.
This cat may never enjoy a name of its own except in my household where pictures of it are a high commodity.
Taming all his luscious locks is not as easy as you might think.
Where there are no fences or cat doors or off-leash parks.
With apologies to the skiers and snowboarders who are shaking their fists at the sky.
Yet another episode of Chuck in my closet.
Do we even realize what we let sleep in our houses, dog owners?
That is not the innocent dog you think he is or want him to be.
Sure, the last interception was brilliant last night, but everyone knows what the best part about that game was.