When Phil buys me flowers, Cuzco gets to enjoy them when they’re past their prime.
Cuzco? Spoiled?! Never!!
He earns his keep… A little bit… Sometimes.
We had nearly a foot of snow last night and it was still coming down hard most of today, so we decided to walk the two miles to the store instead of drive on the treacherous unplowed roads. Cuzco got to carry the milk home–one gallon on each side. He did very well considering the snow was up over his knees, and he didn’t even complain once.