My sweet little old man, Owen the Dog. Notorious OTD. He’s not going to Alaska with me. Instead, he’s spending most of the summer at Camp Alana. Where the house is larger, there’s a backyard to roam around in and she gives so many snuggles and love. I know he’s in really good hands. But dang. I already miss his snuggles. He always laid right up against my back at night. Or in the crook of my knees. So comforting to me. And during the day if I was on the couch, he’d lay right beneath my feet with his nose tucked under the ottoman. Stay well little doggy and I’ll see you soon! Don’t get so spoiled that you don’t want to come home to me. I know this is a possibility being at Alana’s.