Autumn’s got a nasty cold, and I’m still suffering from a variety of interesting ailments, though fortunately nothing life-threatening. Both of us are badly in need of something, and fortunately, just today, when I slipped out of my office to grab some lunch, I saw that very something.
I didn’t have to run after Gus, because two other people fawned over him for long enough for me to catch up.
Look at those teensy little ridiculously sharp puppy claws.
Every second I was taking pictures of Gus was a second I wasn’t petting that ear. Agony.
That expression.
I think he’s one of the youngest puppies I’ve ever posted.
A brief moment of almost-stillness.
Oh god can I just borrow him? I promise I’ll give him back. (No I won’t.)