Spring has sprung-and so have we. even cats and dogs get crazy in the spring. After all, what self-respecting cat (that's me, Chuck) stays somewhere he doesn't want to be? And what self-respecting dog (that's Rotten Willy, who calls me Upchuck) won't let his best friend (me) goad him into action on a fine spring day? Believe me, it's not easy getting a lumpy Rottweiler over-or under-a big wooden gate! I figured it was about time I took Willy to my pal Luigi's restaurant for a great spaghetti an