Before it all melted

Unlike Chuck Coco does not mind the snow. But I don’t think snow should take that as a compliment. If gallons of poop poured from the sky she’d happily romp around in it. She doesn’t mind being cold or wet or filthy, she’s just too damn happy being alive. We could all learn a thing or two from her attitude if she wasn’t such an inadvertent asshole.

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