My tribe has left me for the West Coast. This cold apartment has gotten a colder. But I take solace in the fact that my pooch is on the job, working long hours to insure the sanity and safety of his Momma. Exemplifying the required qualities of an Emotional Support Animal, he’s a dog born to wear the black and blue.

More Frenchie after the break.

This animal is ready when his number is called.

The commute is tough.

But you just have to power through.

Like most jobs, some days are more exciting than others.

And the stress of it all can start to weigh on you.

But a little beer helps wash it all away.

Plus, the view isn’t half bad.