When the lights go down in the neighborhood, Gary and I kick into high gear. I’m usually working away on some ill-fated project, whilst Gary is off rabblerousing, getting himself into all sorts of pickles on the DDC Factory Floor.

So I have this old Carhartt jacket that doubles as a crate cover for Gary’s quiet time, and, a source of fun, frolic, chewing and the occasional piss. Being the burrower he is, the little fucker found a sleeve opening tonight and “followed the light at the end of the tunnel” and well, got himself caught in it.

He emitted the cutest, shittiest, most-defeated little S.O.S. bark we’ve heard yet. These things happen, Gary!

I do feel a little bad about mkaing the little man wait for the me to “get the shot,” but, chalk this one up as a “lesson well-learned” by a precocious little Dachshund.

Speaking of “light at the end of the tunnel,” here are those Flaming Lips tackling Bohemian Rhapsody.