Gus

We moved the puppies out to the barn. This morning while my cowboy was saddling I visited with them. That Gus, who could resist that look?

“Mom, pick me, pick me. I want up.”

“But I’m Mom’s dog.”

“Get down!”

“Hey! Well, I’m just going to stay here and be good.”

“See, you guys it pays to be good.”

What! Is this what I think it is?

Guys! I found Mom’s hat. Na, na, na, na, na.