Wrasslin’ and hasslin’

Here are both dogs in the fall of 2009 before Chuck’s gray hair started creeping in, before he got really tired of Coco’s constant requests to wrestle. They still go at it from time to time, usually when a girlfriend of mine shows up (Chuck likes to show off for the ladies), but they don’t play nearly as much as they used to. This is a bittersweet development. While it’s somewhat sad that they aren’t throwing each other around that much anymore, it’s awesome that my life is filled with less broken lamps and dents in the wall as a result.