Dog Park
One Year of...

I didn’t have this ready in time to post on Gus’ actual birthday, but here is a video montage of photos taken since Gus was born on December 28, 2008. There is sound, but if you’re at work or your ears are too delicate for swears and rap music, you may want to listen on [&hellip

Gussy Gets a...

Janie’s friend Mary sent Gus a winter coat. It’s a little snug for him, but it still fits. We normally have him out wearing a sweater or a waterproof fleece jacket for evenings when the weather is chilly and wet, but since we’ve had some significant low temperatures the past few days, it might well [&hellip

Reminiscing: You’re so...

This was probably taken sometime in the early spring of this year, based on the ever-evolving ways in which we tried to keep Gus contained in one part of the house (see the white board).  This is one of my favorite Gus videos. I apologize in advance for my high-pitched puppy-talking voice


Gussy received this stuffed sheep from my sister’s friends on Thanksgiving.  He absolutely loves it and by the next day he had chewed part of the face off  (covered by his ear in this photo) which I sewed up last night as we sat in bed and watched Xena: Warrior Princess.  Also, you can’t see [&hellip

Friday Night Videos

Since I’ve been laid up, there hasn’t been a whole lot to do other than to make Janie angry by threatening to clean out her nightstand drawer where she hoards things like medication, nuts and writing implements.  I dug around in there and found our Flip camcorder and we spent several minutes Thursday night watching [&hellip

A boy and...

Gussy loves the beach ball we bought him last weekend. He chases it around the house, pounces on it and when it gets stuck in a corner, bites at it until he gets a good grip and carries it back into the living room where it deflates. This beach ball now has roughly 14 duct [&hellip

Mr. Saturday Night
Crime Scene

Our cat, Ducati, took it upon himself to attempt murder on Augustus this weekend. I was in the office when I heard skittering feet and knew that Gus was probably involved because he’d just wandered down that way. I walked down the hall and as I turned into the bedroom I watched Ducati scurry up [&hellip

Hot Summer Nights