Me: Chuck! [alarmed. Chuck is eating a possibly rabid, possibly avian-flu carrying and decaying dead bird] Our insurance won’t cover avian flu for a dog. Drop it. DROP IT NOW.

Chuck: chomp, chomp, chomp, wha…??

Me: Give!

Chuck: [swallows] Runs off to pee. On the corner of the cabin.

Me: CHUCK! We do not pee on the house. Come to me now.

Chuck: [takes the widest possible arc away from me and runs to the porch of the cabin, wags tail hopefully] Can we go in to the warm cabin now?

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