Great stories and photos of our passed best friends.
Gus- I lost this handsome boy too soon at the age of 12.5 (cancer sucks).
Gus never meet a person or dog treat he didn't like. He was the easiest dog to train that I have ever had and he sure did love to hunt. Gus would have been the worlds worst trials dog. Not because he didn't hunt well, he hunted his way. I called it Gus time, he would pick up doubles and triples if the situation was right. But again he didn't his way, he didn't come back each time and re-mark the bird, he went out once and collected them from furthest to shortest stuffing each duck in his mount. He once brought back 3 drake mallards at one time. His nickname was "push harder" he never went around anything always through it even if it was a ball stuck under a sofa (which caused mayhem in the house at times). He loved life and all the adventures that came his way. It is still difficult to write or talk about him, but I'm guessing you all understand that as well.
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