If Bofa was a Rickie Lee Jones song, his name would have been Chuck E. Easy going and swanky like nightclub Jazz.
He is never sorry, never apologizes for anything he tried to get away with. He has never cringed when I reprimanded him, he shouts back in body language and sound like some flower child offering humor and peace amid turmoil.
He has never fetched a ball, nor does he run around with squeaky toys. His amusement is hidden in tall grass when he goes lawn snorkeling and in hopping around the lounge on beds and the green couch encouraging the others to chase him. He is loud, verbal, fast, slow, busy, at peace. He is Chuck E.
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