Dog Duty-Bound

Monday morning brings its own set of challenges, to be sure. Here at the station house, there's a perceptible malaise in the air, a resigned shuffle as we go about our paces. The likely culprits would be too little slumber and too much month's end cheer, perhaps, which are no excuse, mind you, particularly for a uniformed assemblage of public officials duty-bound to serve. One source of pride, one glimmer of responsibility, is the tireless work of our ball-less best friend Bloomfield, who picks up the slack, if not the droppings, to bring a little order to our house. Well done, Chumley. You sure clean up nice!