The light was good on the deck this morning (although it was a balmy 34 degrees), so I took the dogs out there to sit in the sun and sip some coffee. Sometimes I’m amazed at what a good dog Chuck turned out to be considering the scars I have on my ankles from where he used to bite me. But then I remember, oh yeah, a lot of work went into making him a good dog. A lot of work and a whole bunch of cheese.