Chuck plays an important role in the beauty regimen of my girls.
It’s not even a rooster but all I want to do is cock-a-doodle-doo when I look at this.
So much easier than carrying a sombrero and a fly swatter through an airport.
If we get a third puppy purse they could play stand-in for the wise men.
Do I ever feel bad about doing this to him? No never not once whatsoever.
Alas, I am not the valedictorian of the correct amount of pressure to use when bushing one’s teeth. I’m so ashamed.
I guess this is what happens when you’re in your sixties.
Chuck remembers Southern California, and he could definitely roll.
Sharing my wardrobe for the health of my pets. It’s the least I could do.
Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, put ‘em together and what have you got?