I miss Gary real bad. It’s amazing how seven-and-a-half pounds of pure Oregonian dachshund can be such a big part of my life. So attached.

Mom sent in a couple more shots of some of Gary’s handiwork.

What a little asshole:

353. “Gary just couldn’t hold it.”
354. “Gary, camo’d out.”
355. “Zöe, Toby and Gary.”

Thanks, mom.

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Lovejoy, you make me proud.