Theo is a pony-sized tyrant. He wears baseball socks in the house and bow ties to work. He's scared of vacuums and elevators and can't quite figure out what cats are all about.
Though he's accustomed to commuting into the studio with me five days a week, he'll be keeping the home fires burning with my family in Portland while we're adventuring northward. My only hope while I'm gone is that he'll start making lucrative career choices and finally start contributing to the household income.