I have learned that small dogs have big hearts and large brains. Their egos are pretty good as well. Gus likes to take out the high point in the pasture and watch the bigger dogs run around like fools. His head swivels around like it’s on a motor, he checks on Maria, on me,on Fate, on Red, on the sheep.

He is the smallest creature in the pasture, not much bigger than a rabbit, but he casts a pretty large shadow. I look for photos that give Gus some dignity, he is, in many ways, a big dog.