No pictures since our camera was stolen in the Suckton car burglary (a replacement is on order), but Gus got himself a great big ball of crack this weekend.
No, he didn't steal one from the neighbors. (A decorative skull, yes, but not a Crack Ball.) The Crack Ball was a slightly delayed Christmas gift from Larry and Suzie.
It's really not made of crack. It's just a nice red plastic squeeky ball with white snowflakes on it. Don't tell Gus that, though. He loves the thing.
Tonight, after playing with crackball through the whole Sharks-Flames game 7 (Go Sharkies!), Gus finally got tired and went and layed down. Next to Crack Ball. A while later, he got up to go lie on the pillows.
He of course took Crack Ball with him.
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Gus is a funny dog.
He is at that. He wanted Diane to take him out for a what this morning, so he started pulling stuff out of her closet until she relented.
or perhaps "a walk" this morning...
Davey said that Gus played with "crack ball" all day Sunday. I guess the newness still hasn't worn off.
That cracks me up that he was taking stuff out of the closet to get a walk! I guess she had tuned out the crack ball squeaking!
Yeah, that's his trick for getting you on Gus's page. If he wants you to get up in the morning, he'll just start carrying stuff out of the bedroom until he hits upon something you will get up for.
The blankets, for instance...
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