For some reason, at some point today I realized it's Gus's birthday. He is seven years old today, and I can't remember what life was like before we had him. We didn't do anything silly like bake a doggie cake or even make him some homemade treats. Goodness knows we don't need to give him any more excuses to expect royal treatment.
I swear to you, when I got ready to take this picture, I patted my recliner and told him to get up there. Then I told him to smile. I promise you I didn't give him a treat or any food or even put peanut butter in his mouth. He just smiled.
It's hard to believe he once looked like this. I think he was wondering what in the world had happened to him.
"Please, can I just go back to my mommy now?"
His fur began to fill out and his darker colored spots started showing up.
Personally, I like him with a longer coat, but it's just such a bear to brush. I mean, it's such a bear that the groomer charges extra to groom him when we let his hair get this long.
And then we have to shave him. I don't blame you, Gusman, I would turn my back on the folks who made me look like this too.
He has such a unique personality.
I don't know what we would do without him.
Happy Birthday, Gusman!