The beaver is a proud and noble animal

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.

Went to take Byron for a walk. The wind was blowing something fierce, broken branches everywhere. Byron had the wind in his ears and was loving it. We went to the beach and he got his paws wet in the lake. On the way back, we walked along the waterfront. The noise of the boats jangling around didn’t bother him, but he definitely took serious offence with a kite in the Parc. Full-on growling, barking, ears back, babines showing teeth. But then we went home and all was well.

Byron helped me to vacuum and mop the floors this morning, in his own inimitable way.