Gus
What’s the number-one question people ask me? “Who’s a good boy?” Of course. A classic. The second most popular is, “How did
you get off your leash?” I get why people would ask. It is one of my most mysterious skills. I respond with a kind stare.
Wag my tail. A magician never reveals their secrets. Ever.
Some people might question my tactics. Try living in a world where you can only communicate with a bark, sad eyes, or misbehaving.
Unless a bad guy is breaking into the house or threatening Emilio, I’m not barking. That’s puppy stuff. I’m over a year old
now. Fully grown. Sad eyes only work when you have their attention. Like when I want pets or belly rubs. Let’s be honest.
I will always take pets and belly rubs.
So I’m left with misbehaving. Which brings me back to getting off leash. It works every time. Back home in London, I got off
leash and jumped into the pond because Piper and Emilio were not being nice to each other. I don’t remember why. I only know
that I didn’t like it. I had to make them focus on the same thing. Which is me.
This might sound nuts, but I love Piper. I know, I know. I hardly know her. I don’t care. I’m head over heels. Yes, she’s
being paid to be nice to me. Does that matter? I’m still a good judge of character. I can sniff out bad people. Literally.
Piper is a great one. She’s nice. She’s soft. She doesn’t talk down to me. And those treats she bakes? I’m drooling just thinking
about them.
I know what I need to do to keep Piper around. Mostly, just be a good boy. But this is about more than me. If Emilio isn’t
nice to her? Game over. So far, he’s been ignoring her or he’s been a jerk. That’s not good. It’s time for me to get creative.
Because Piper is the woman for me. And Emilio is doing nothing to keep her.