Gus as some of you know… has had a rough start in life. Despite coming from a reputable breeder, he’s had a genetic rage flaw that we’ve been trying to moderate with behaviour cues.
Tonight for the first time, Gus Gus played ball. He normally wears a muzzle until bedtime but we’ve been trying to let him roam without it in his high stress area…the living room… when it’s very late at night. This makes him very happy.
So, here’s some pix of Gus Gus, playing and happy. Under a cut of course. Excuse the floor. They went running amok in dried leaves and I didn’t hoover that up. Instead, I threw a crocheted ball for him. MUCH better use of time.
no idea where the bread tie came from.