That little fuzz ball Gus... he came into our lives quite by accident after Slick bid on him on a whim at an auction... and now we certainly love him to pieces...
He jumps into the shower, runs up and down the stairs with us and runs outside to see what's up when ever we head out toward the car.
He's been chewing on old corks from wine bottles lately, Putter never so much as sniffed them, and I can't keep Gus out of the giant crock that they are in on the hearth. I think that's what the brick part of the fireplace that comes into the room is called... any way - on the brick part of the floor- whatever that's called...
Mostly, he just lays on the floor wherever he falls and sleeps all day. That dog life... it's pretty hard.
3 comments:
He is a cutie - how's the potty training going? Remember, you can't lie to me - I'll have proof in a couple of weeks!!
He's SO cute (even though he's peed on me). :)
We love GUS!!!
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