Sometimes I just feel like this blog needs more Gus.
In case you have been wondering what this guy has been up to, he’s been dividing his time between halfheartedly trying to escape Olive’s grabby hands, and lecturing us about drafting our wills.
We know, Gus- we KNOW.
Just- I mean, lighten up a bit okay?
Gus has a reputation for being a hugely messy dog (I have absolutely no idea why that is).
We have been house sitting for Adam’s sister this past week, and I’ve decided that when she comes home and asks why her windows look like they’ve been coated with ballistics gel, I’m just going to blame it on Olive.
Don’t worry Gus- I got your back.
Remember this guy? Someone emailed me the other day to ask if we still had him…ooof.
Yes we still have Gus, of course we still have Gus! We will have Gus until Gus doesn’t exist anymore, he’s a part of this family- albeit a messy, drooling, hairy, slow sort of part.
And here’s a story about the big guy since we haven’t had one in a while.
Gus is very top heavy with a deep chest and big head, and mastiffs aren’t the most agile of dogs, so where most dogs could have just settled in the roomy back of our borrowed SUV just fine, Gus’s weak back legs and high centre of gravity meant that he was lurching around the Entire. Car. Ride.
Five hours folks! Every so often Adam or I would say, “Gustus! Just LIE DOWN” and he would shakily lower himself to the floor, only to pop back up and resume his drunken wobbling once more.
At one point we had to pull over and rearrange the backseat to prevent Olive from being drooled on as he hung his head over her seat back. When we put him back into the car, this happened.
He somehow managed to wedge himself inside of the seat belt, it was hilarious to see, yet also remarkably effective at keeping him steady.
Good job, Gus. Maybe you’re not so slow after all.
For anyone considering adding an English Mastiff to their family: I just wiped off a drool slinger I found on the wall at eye level.