I call it being “gussed,” Gus has a genius for making friends wherever he goes, one of his closest pals is Bob at the dump, one of those tough and strong (and very kind) big men in trucks and tractors. Bob is crazy about Gus and Fate and rushes over to give them biscuits and if he has, them, donuts.

At home, Gus loves to leap up on the chairs where he is not allowed and crawl on top of my head to lick my nose. It is startling sometimes, but certainly loving.

Gus adores Bob and showers him with licks around the nose and face. Sometimes, Bob even remembers to say hello to me.