Gus

Gus for Dee and Jim's Wedding

I’ve only had cool shelter dogs, ones unsuitable for rescue but who worked for me. But Jim and I cared for Gus when his folks, our friends, went out of town. He’s the dog who taught me how dogs bisect the space so that no-one can go anywhere without them knowing it.

Gus was a Lab/Golden cross, black as night and smart. Sweet, too. MB trained him to go to the VA and meet with retired soldiers. When he was too old for that, he took up swimming to keep his legs and hips in play.

Last October when they moved to Texas, we drove up for lunch one day. Gus was standing in the new garage, whining and crying to say hello to his old pet-sitter. He died two weeks later.

While no-one can ever replace The Gusinator, our friends are getting a new Lab pup early in the new year. They will be fantastic dog parents once again, after they see their children at the holidays.

Congratulations and keep not cooking, MB! Craig’s the chef there. We cooked several July 4th burger fests at the park together on my Smoky Joe grill. Cook away. Snow shouldn’t keep one from the grill. Dee