Illustrators as a rule work alone in hermetic studios. In my instance, I have a partner nearby for a muse. He loses his balance when lifting his leg to pee and walks in circles with a head tilt due to a neurological disorder. People endearingly associate his affliction with the RCA dog peering at the Victrola. Nonetheless, he’s constantly by my side. I’m referring to my tail gunner, Hercules, a 14 year old Schnauzer. Long may he prowl, or should I say hobble, the streets of Brooklyn.