The beaver is a proud and noble animal

Subtle way the dog tells me I shouldn’t go to work and stay home with him instead.

This is the chonk lord’s default morning position. Full belly, empty butt, heavy head, pondering the mysteries of the universe, occasionally growling at the lady with the umbrella coming out of the building next door.

Heading home after a long day of chonking, with my own seat on the bus.

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.

It’s hard being a working chonk.

Human, we need to talk about the lack of snacks.

Also, I love you.