Happy Birthday Gus!
I pretty much missed it but 9/26 marked Gus' 1 year anniversary of being part of our family. When we first met him, he was a bone-thin boy, covered in fleas with most of his teeth worn down from a lifetime of flea itching. He was supposed to be a foster dog but he knew different sinece that first moment when those wise old eyes gazed up at me from inside the kennel at the shelter. Had we not taken him, he would have been euthanized there. Since then, he's filled out and re-invented himself as a basset. He's healthy and happy and makes me laugh as much as the bassets do.

Here's to many more years as Gus' mom.