Charlie has had an itchy ear, so tonight I did the wash routine on it. Since then, he has been hiding behind Tim …

TIM: That’s ok, buddy, I will protect you from the bad lady.

LURA: I’m sorry, Charlie, but it had to be done.

CHARLIE: I am so disappointed in you. You pretend to be an angel of kibble-dispensing mercy, but you do heinous things with vinegar. YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!

— about 30 minutes later —

LURA: Are you still mad at me?

CHARLIE: SPEAK TO THE CURLY REAR, LADY, BECAUSE THE FACE AIN’T LISTENING!

— the next morning —

LURA: You still won’t even look at me?

CHARLIE: La, la, la, la, I can’t hear you!

Eventually I discovered Charlie’s forgiveness costs one chicken and pumpkin organic dog biscuit.