Gus

This is Gus.

Gus is the lawn-ornament moose I bought at Canadian Tire – or, as I like to call him, my porch protector. I took one look at those sad blue eyes, and said ‘Doggone it! I am buying me a moose for my porch!’

Actually, I think the conversation went more like this:

Me: OH! Look at that cute moose!

Mom: Oh Redkap, you should buy that.

Me: There’s no price on it.

Mom: Oh, the front cash will know.

An hour and many phone calls later, we finally got him. Turns out he was the only one left in the store and wasn’t really for sale; he was part of a display. Hence the no price tag.

But I wanted him. I wanted him bad. How could you resist those eyes?

Gus sat happily on my porch for the whole summer, surveying my (small) kingdom, enjoying the nice weather and generally just being cute. Cute, cute, cute.

Gus now looks like this:

Thanks to this mutt:

(Was there ever any doubt?)

And this mutt:

The second one is Bella, my landlord’s dog. She comes over for visits and treats and play time with Roxy. Sometimes I’ll be in my living room and I’ll hear a whine or a scratch at the door, and I’ll open it up and there she is. Sitting. Waiting patiently, wagging her tail, looking up at me as if to say “Can Roxy come out to play? Or can I just come in and you can feed me treats?”

She is the sweetest thing ever.

Or at least she was until she did this to my moose.

Roxy and Bella knocked him over while they were playing and he lost his head. Poor Gus!

My landlord took pity on Gus the other day and tried to Crazy-Glue his head back on his body. It didn’t work. So now his head is just sort of sitting crookedly on his body.

But he’s still cute.

Kinda.