My city...
Los Angeles

A little about me...
Hi, I’m Gary, the snooziest Basset Hound in LA.

Last summer, I was abandoned on the scorching streets of LA during a heatwave. I spent a tough month out there, barely eating and getting no friendly attention or belly rubs – which are my favorite things. I was pretty sick and underweight and got very sad when I had to dodge kicks from food vendors as I begged for scraps. But my luck changed when I was rescued and adopted into a home where I now live a life as a chonky king.

Gone are the days of scrounging for food; now, I’m a certified couch potato. I get as many treats and cuddles as I want, and I’ve discovered my passion for running in open fields – reaching blinding speeds (at least in my mind). I might just be the fastest dog alive, that is when I’m not tripping over my own ears!

Don't be fooled by my lazy demeanor; I'm also a talented and handsome internationally renowned thief. My daring heists include an Aladdin-style baguette snatch at the Pasadena Farmer's Market and stealing a lemon bar right out of someone’s hand! I live life on the edge, just as long as the edge is connected to a couch.

Elvis sang, "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog," but I'm much more than that. I’m a survivor, a lover of naps, a treat sommelier, and I can sniff out a rogue pizza crust from 10 miles out.

Vote for me!