Today is Gary’s birthday, and man, how I miss that little hound dog.

What was supposed to be a “month back in Portland working on shit and back to grab him in Michigan in early December” has turned in to “seven weeks away from the little man until I can scoop him up in the middle of January.” At least I got to hang with him around Thanksgiving.

It’s been too long. I miss the little man real bad.

“Never leave a man behind.” I broke the cardinal rule, and oh my, how I’ve been paying the price for this discrepancy. Sure, he’s in good hands with Mom and Leigh, but, goddammit, this is his home, and, I gotta get him back here. And quick.

Hold steady, Gary, hold steady. Happy Birthday.