Every night when I take Taco for a walk, Charlie sits and waits by the window for our return.
Well, ok. He really isn't waiting for me. He waits for Taco.
He loves that boy. They tolerate each other in front of us, but I know they have a special doggie-cat bond. Even if they don't always show it.
Charlie, the 20 pd tough guy, waiting for the 11 pd chihuahua, by the window.
Love, is love.
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