Here is our precious Augustus Pullo. Gus. Gussy. Gusolini. Gustav. Gus Gus. El Puche. Tiny Pooper.
He’s starting to get crazy. Right now he’s passed out after going on a chicken jerky bender and being slapped in the face by Ducati who DID NOT appreciate his sweet cuteness. Earlier, this is what I was dealing with while trying to watch my stories:
Then, he barked, for the first time. Well, technically not FIRST, because he does bark in his sleep from time to time. This is his first bark while playing:
I don’t know how much longer Gus will live because I’m inclined to just eat his face off, he’s so cute. We had his first vet appointment today. He did not enjoy the thermometer being shoved in his booty, nor did he enjoy it when the vet squeezed his balls. He did love all the attention. Every lady in that vet office was slipping him their phone number and tossing their bras into his crate when we left. He’ll have a full social calendar just as soon as he learns how to use the telephone, or the Internet. People, this dog is motherfucking insane in how adorable he is. I’m sorry he’s not yours. But not really.