Website of the Dog

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On the day after Thanksgiving, November 26, 2010, shortly after at 11 AM, Gus ended his earthly journey. He was 15 1/2 years old. He gracefully lived many lifetimes in one, with many families and extended families. He loved, was an empath for, a friend to, and was so loved by so many people that they are too many to list - they know who they are. The last of his great admirers was Lucia, whose very first word - at one-year-old - was "Gus." And the last friend he played with was "Big Ed," a eighteen-week-old Chihuahua. He will be missed and fondly remembered for his openess of spirit and his friendliness to all.

 

Hello. I am Gus the Dog. I live in the town in a cooped up condominium where you can't even poop outside in the common area. The Alpha Dog told me I have a sister who ended up in an apartment in New York City. I have never been there but I think this is almost as bad.

Plus there is no carpet on the floor to lie on. The floors are really hard and you can't pee or barf on them or you get in BIG trouble with Susan who is another Alpha Dog I live with.

It wasn't always this way. I used to live in the mountains where you could walk on trails and poop wherever you wanted without having to wait for The Alpha Dog to put on his shoes and take you for a walk. There was a soft carpet there that you could lie on and lick. Sometimes I dream about living on a nice soft carpet.

At the time I lived in the mountains, the bad part was that I had to live with cats.

One of the places the Alpha Dog takes me for walks is at the locene. It's really "The Ocean," but he calls it the locene all the time. That's when he is talking down to me, thinking he is talking beta dog talk. I have to say, which the Susan Alpha Dog says as well, "what's up with that?"

He always wants me to go in the water, but he threw me in there one time so now I don't like it so much.

Once when I was walking on a trail minding my own business a big white homeless beta dog came up and started biting me. I fought him pretty good but he hurt me under my eye and so the Alpha Dog took me to the place where they put their fingers you-know-where and got a lamp shade that I had to wear for about five years.

Speaking of cats, a few years ago some moved in right next door to us at the condominium. Just what I needed! Plus they let them run around in the common area without leashes and POOP ANYWHERE THEY WANT!

So, I don't have a lot more to say. It's - you know - a "dog's life," as they say. But I'm really crazy about the Alpha Dogs I have, and things could be a lot worse.

Bye for now!

A few years later the Alpha dog took me on a big truck he was driving. I pooped in seven different states. I didn't like it that much because it was really noisy and we never got anyplace - we just kept going. I couldn't see anything because there weren't any windows in the back which was the only place there was room for me to lie down. I do have to say that the Alpha Dog had a carpet in there. But the floor shook all the time.

Plus it was too high a door and I couldn't jump in or out so the Alpha Dog had to lift me. That was really humiliating. I met a little cow that scared me in Colorado. He breathed on me. That's about all I remember.

So the Alpha Dog is always trying to tease me and trick me and stuff. This one time we got in the elevator on the second floor which is where we live and instead of pushing the first floor thing so we could go down for our walk like we always do, the Alpha Dog pushed the third floor thing thinking I would be all weirded out or something when the door opened and we were in some other strange place. There are only a couple of fancy Alpha Dogs that live in these big pent house places up there on the third floor. They probably have rugs on the floor and everything. Anyway one of the third floor Alpha Dogs was standing there waiting for the elevator when the door opened. My Alpha Dog got really weirded out. As the Alpha Dog Susan said, "what's up with that?"