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I haven’t asked Chuck to roll over for a treat in, what? Years? And yet, any time I break out a piece of cheese he promptly sits, performs what I can only describe as a nod and then rolls over his right side in a flurry of wriggling limbs. And I’m like, dude. Chill. I was only going to ask you to solve world peace.