Everyone thought the human was driving. Wrong.
The real boss was Sir Barkington, a dog leaning out the window like a CEO on lunch break.

The human? Just an employee. Hired to steer, provide snacks, and open the window at the exact ear-flap angle.

Every red light was a meeting.
Every honk was disrespect.
Every passing dog was competition.

Sir Barkington judged pedestrians, stared into the distance, and silently owned the road.

When another car pulled up, he delivered the look — calm, powerful, unquestionable.

The human asked, “Good boy?”

Sir Barkington sighed.

Bosses don’t wait for approval.
They are approval. 🐾