We were dropping Ben off at the foyer this morning and I asked Katy to swing by the office so I could drop off bottles for an upcoming Porto tasting I’m organising. Chonk was not impressed at being woken up so early.
On the plus side, he had a blast with the post trolley I borrowed from main reception. He kept chasing after it and jumping on to ride it like a skateboard in the parking lot.
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
