|Gus at Olana|
Because I didn't want Joey to bark at Gus, as is his wont, we crossed the street, leaving Gus sitting on his front porch, but when we got home, I called Gus's human to make certain Gus was safe. I was told this happened often. Gus would be let out into the backyard, and sometimes it was forgotten that he was out there. When this happened, and waiting at the backdoor to be let back in didn't work, Gus would go around to the front door and wait there. In any event, by the time Joey and I had walked the block and a half from his house to ours, Gus was safely back in his house.
Farewell, sweet Gus. You were a very good dog.
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