Gus and Fate are our own Odd Couple. I think Fate needed a Gus here, the two play with one another all day, growing, hiding, stealing each other’s toys, chasing each other around the yard. On cold days, they both curl up together on Fate’s dog bed in front of the wood stove fire.
I call Fate Satan’s Spawn because she is incorrigible and is a natural denier of commands escape artist.
Gus is doing well, as long as we don’t let him in the pasture or the woods without a muzzle. We strictly regulate what he eats, and the more we control it, the better he does. Some days there are no accidents, some days one or two.
But we are in a kind of holding pattern, I don’t think it’s going to get away, but so far, it isn’t getting worse. He is a happy, active and much loved dog. We can live with it, and so can see. He did start vomit once in the bed last night, but we got him off the quilt before he threw up on it.
I am already getting used to things i did not think I would get used to.