Gary is coming up pretty well. He’s been in good hands here. I have some fears about bringing him back to Oregon with me. Will he be lonely out there without other dogs to play with? Will he be sad? Will he quit eating in some sort of protest? (Doubt that, actually. He’s a voracious eater.) So yeah, I’m a bit nervous about getting him back into the swing of things on the DDC Factory Floor.

One thing he’s learning is how to beg, that’s for sure. My parents are notorious for “bending the rules” when it comes to “table begging.” I mean, shit, give the little shits what they want, right?

It ain’t easy bein’ a dog. Well, it is here, and, Gary is adapting real good.

247. “Beggars.”
248. “Pissers.”