There was a puppy.
He was just a ball of fluff, and we didn't know what to name him.
It was often hard to get him to look at the camera.
He was a Daddy's boy. We finally decided to name him Gus.
Occasionally he had to have a bath.
He was often very sleepy.
Then he grew up and his hair got long and silky, not a fluff ball anymore.
Occasionally his hair would get TOO long, and we would have to take him to be groomed.
Occasionally the groomer would get carried away and Gus would be too embarrassed even to look at the camera.
To make matters worse, we would sometimes do embarrassing things like make him wear UGA football jerseys for bowl games. Then he would put on his Exorcist eyes and stare right at the camera.
He learned to dance. For C-H-E-E-S-E.
And he talked to us and laughed at our jokes. Or maybe he was just laughing at US.
And we all lived happily ever after.