Gus was enthralled with the snow. Friday, the flakes were bigger ones than I had seen in a long time. Obviously, Gus thought so, too. He stood for a very long time like this at the window. He would occasionally sit and continue to watch through the blinds. Our two dogs are very different. Crunch seems to be the sharper of the pair. He figures things out quickly, is a little on the sneaky side, and tries to talk to us continually to command us to mind him. Gus is very quiet and unassuming. He never tries to tell me what to do, and he has those warm, chocolate eyes. When Gus was a pup, I called him my little autistic dog. He shied away from physical touch and wouldn't look you in the eyes. He has warmed up to us over the years and now will roll over and accept tummy rubs and lots of love. Gus makes me laugh with his obvious and fierce love for Crunch, food, and toys. He is also wonderful to watch as he does things like he did at the window while it was snowing. I think I can figure out what Crunch is thinking sometimes. Gus is a mystery to me... a lovely, quiet mystery.
