This is my new dog. His name is Gary. I'm tired today because I was awake anxious most of the night, concerned that he'd lay waste to my kitchen in a fit of relocation awkwardness, incontinence, diarrhea, and malice. He didn't, and I love him for it.

I still feel anxious, however, because he'll be home alone until 5. I think he'll be OK, though. I left NPR on for him, and I expect that will abet his already massive sleeping habit. Still, I'd be lying if I said All Things Considered hasn't forced me to shit on the floor before.

Analogcabin @ 9:35 AM
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