In a time when we, as a country, are the most divided, Boss and I set out to find the tie that binds us together as Americans and as human beings.  It is our hope to illuminate the reality that although we all have our differences, at our core, we are all pretty much the same.

Ryan

A world traveler with a penchant for the unknown, the undiscovered and the weird in life.  As a former journalist, it has always been a dream to travel the world and bring insight to others about what is just beyond the horizon.

BOSS (a.k.a. Brewski)

Boss.  Boss man.  Poop Dog. He has so many monikers, I cannot remember them all.  His name is Brewski, but we all call him Boss.  If I am the captain of this ship, then Boss is the first-mate.  He may be co-captain at times, especially when I have imbibed too much.  He is a 10-year-old Schnauzer-rat-terrier mix that I rescued a kill center ten years ago, when I was 24. He was this tiny little pup who used to sleep in my outstretched hand.

Where I am violent, Boss is calm.  When I demand action, Boss wants to sleep.  When faced with the choice between good and evil, Boss always seems to know what’s right.  Boss has a humble regality about him; hence the name “Boss.”  He presents himself with pride, but will roll in the dirt a few minutes later.  He is always up for an adventure, but when that adventure goes too far, he will confidently direct all parties to peaceful slumber.  Boss is my conscience.  As weird as it sounds, I turn to him when all things seem lost, for Boss knows.  He always knows.