05/12/2026
My unpaid assistant Frank the Mortgage Dog turned 9 the other day. He said “forget making wishes and blowing the candle”, and as usual, got right down to business.
Nine.
That’s 63 in dog years… which explains the dramatic sighs every time I tell him to get off my couch.
He somehow managed to survive all the office chaos, costume ideas, several moves, late nights, every “one more email”, every “one more call”, and me talking to him like he’s a fully licensed therapist on a daily. Somewhere along the way, he quietly became the constant through every season of my last nine years.
Cheers to more adventures, more snacks, more mortgage loans, and hopefully at least 9 more years of always coming home to THIS GUY.