Gary was stinking extra bad today. I mean, he’s a dog, and well, you gotta cut him a little slack in that department. He eats poop. Go figure.

But today, the wind was just right on the DDC factory floor, and well, I caught a whiff of the little man, we locked eyes and entered into a Bloodsport-esque staring contest. I outweigh the guy substantially, and after a small battle, some thrashing, calm conversation and some coming to terms with his hygiene, we got some warm water running.

He took to it well. A little bit of hesitation, but good with it for the most part. I went slow, and made sure my face was close to his at all times, in keeping with our policy of “seeing eye-to-eye on all things big and small.”

The shot above-a delicate moment indeed-is where I’m “checking his undercarriage” for just about anything. Trust is a big part our bond, and man, I’ve got his back in times of need.

Thankfully, we made it through and spent a little “brother time” toweling off and cuddling. These are the salad days of his upbringing, and man, we love the ground he pees on.

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Just a quick thought, with all this talk of water sports, and the high seas.

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BATH AND POST-BATH PHOTOS BY TIM ZIMMERMAN, OF TIM ZIMMERMAN PHOTOGRAPHY AND TIM ZIMMERMAN GARY-O-GRAPHIC SERVICES.