Sunday, January 02, 2005
Gus at his finest. He is chronically in a state of bark. Upon returning home, I bought him a muzzle, since the spanking, the beeping collars, and the general abuse hasn't worked in 3 years. We are calling the muzzle "The Mask" in an effort to protect his ego and make him feel cool, even dashing, in a muzzle. In all reality, he looks like a disturbed bandit.