Close up

Only Gus lets me try close-ups.  I try focusing on his eyes, or eye when they aren't both on the same plane.  

He's no longer such a Franken-gus - the incision spot is almost healed, in spite of himself.  The tumor was a form of cancer that was completely contained. So, good news. 

The dogs are put out with me over the recent spate of overtime. 

So am I.

Then we all take a nice long walk and come home smiling.