Another Post from Guest Blogger Gus The Wonder Dog

 Well, the Big Guy has done something he calls "Retired."  I'm not sure what that means, but I do know that he's hanging around the house a lot more than he used to.  That's actually a good thing, because now I can keep an eye on him a little better.  He needs a lot of care, as I think I've mentioned before. 

It is pretty nice to sit in the recliner with him while he reads the paper.  He used to always be in a hurry, but now he takes his time and in fact, sometimes I look back and he's asleep.  I usually let the old guy sleep, but every now and then I come out with one short bark just to see him jump.

I've been able to train him to get me a treat just by staring at him.  I've always heard that old humans are hard to train, but not this guy.  He seems to catch on real fast. 

Anyway, as I said, I try to stick close.  He keeps talking about taking more walks now that he's retired, but so far that hasn't happened.  But that's okay with me; he says when it finally turns cooler we will go to the park and I'm all for waiting.  But not too cool, I hope.  I like to stick my head out the window when we are in that thing with wheels, but I don't like it if it's too cold. 

I'm actually perfectly content to just sit and nap in the recliner while The Big Guy reads his paper.  My joints bother me sometimes, so I don't feel like walking as much as I used to.  The Big Guy says the same.

I really get a kick out of The Big Guy trying to feed me (and my frenemy dog, Gracie).  She and I have made an agreement not to ever show that we like anything he feeds us.  So he keeps bringing in all these different kinds of dog food, and you should see his face when we walk up and sniff the bowl and then turn and walk away!  Sometimes I ROFL!  Well, actually I just like to roll on the floor, but if I could laugh I would.  He always says the same thing; "If the dogs I had when I was growing up got to eat twenty dollar dog food, they would have been the happiest dogs in the world!  You guys don't know how lucky you are!" 

Well, actually, we do know but it's not my nature to show it.  Every now and then, though, when The Big Guy is reading his paper, I will crawl up in his lap and lay my head on his leg.  I can sleep better there than I can in my bed, I guess he makes me feel safe.  I could stay that way for hours, but he usually makes me move after a while, something about his "bladder."

Anyway, I'll keep you posted on this "retirement" thing.  I think it's gonna be good.  The Big Guy has just about stopped posting anything on this blog, but I stared at him long enough tonight that he let me post. 

Gus the Wonder Dog is an 11-year old Yorkie.  He is the most intelligent dog on the planet.  In addition to occasional blog posts, he once showed his appreciation to his master for taking him for a walk by peeing his master's initials on a telephone pole.