This dog. I don’t even know where to start describing him. He’s so very…Gary.
Everything he does, he’s all in, whether it’s trying to chase a squirrel or rabbit while dragging us along on the leash, barking in our faces to bully us into taking him for a walk, begging for food, being a big clown or loving.
He’s so full of love. He stares at us with absolute, pure love in his eyes. He loves to be cuddled and petted and kissed and talked to. It makes it impossible to be mad at him, even after a rough walk like this morning’s. There were rabbits and squirrels everywhere and he tried to chase them all before dragging me along to try to get to the next one as quickly as possible. He’s a handful. But then we got home and he looked at me with a look that said, “I love you SO much and this is the best day EVER!” and my irritation with him just evaporated.
Ever since he finished his breakfast he’s been following me around with a look that says, “what’s next?” He has high expectations for the day, for some reason. It’s going to be a very Gary day. But that’s okay because there’s just something about Gary that makes every little thing more fun.