Official Spokesdog

Hey. It's me, Gus.

You probably can't tell because that new lens cuts off parts of my snout. I figure a few more days, and Molly's gonna get the hang of it. Huh? Cotton says that maybe the framing of that photo was deliberate and I should quit talking about things I don't know about.

Cotton's such a goodie four paws.

Cotton and I are taking care of the blog today, because Molly is cooking. No, I mean really cooking. Not that heat and add salad stuff. Real cooking, as in 5 lbs of potatoes, and these white things she called turnips and peas cooked the old fashioned way (with bacon drippings) and there's gonna be some bacon in something she's doing tomorrow because I smelled it. And there's gonna be roast fowl. Yum. Not that we've gotten any of it.

Yet. bwahahahaha...hush up Cotton, you're such a ninny.

And all that cooking means the siblings are coming. And when the siblings show up, all those kids turn up and Cotton and I nearly throw out our backs wagging. And jumping. And wagging. Oh, and licking.

Cotton and I love when company comes. All those people to shed on is a lot of fun. And the kids drop food. Need I say more?

Anyway, Molly saw this today when she was out buying our dog food. She said it would be good to put in the blog and I should talk about it. Meh, boring is what this is.

What now? Oh. Cotton says that the gold thing must be a big harvest moon but that Molly first thought it was the Great Pumpkin.

Well, that's about it for me, folks.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Wait for me, I got dibs on the foot of the bed!