The Farm Dog has a tiring morning pushing everybody around, supervising his new kingdom, giving orders. Small dogs may be small in size, but not in ego, at least not this one. When the border collies took the sheep out of the newly groomed and replenished Pole Barn soil, he decided to rest. He’s a momma’s boy, for sure, but he likes to hang out with me and see what I am up to.

In this case, he lay still while I got on the dusty ground and pointed the camera at him. Classic Gus, he is no longer a puppy, really, he is graduating to King.