I am Gus. I too like to rides in the car. When Mama Becky gets her purse, I runs to my dogg carrier and jumps in. Sometimes she fools me and only gets her lipstick or pictures or phone out of her purse. I still runs to my carrier.
I rides in my carrier when I goes to Walmart*. I rides in the shopping cart. Some big peoples call it a “buggy,” but I calls it a rolly-ride-thingy. Sometimes I barks a people at Walmart*, and Mama Becky say, “No, no, Gus! Don’t barks at people at Walmart*.” But, Jims say, “Gus, sometimes there are big peoples at Walmart* that just need barking at.”
I rides in my carrier when I go to restaurants, like when I went to Clary’s Cafe. I too likes Clary’s ’cause they give me treats and I see other doggs eating treats there.
And I rides in my carrier when I went to Cancun Restaurant and Miss Mary scratched my chin. I too like chin scratches. I too like Cancun and Miss Mary. ‘Cause she brings me tortilla chips. I too like tortilla chips. They remind me of the old country.
Sometimes I rides in the car and chews on my great-big cow bone that Ms. Ashley gave me at Blowin Smoke BBQ. It gives me a dogg snack… and probably will for a long, long time.
But, I has a problem when I rides in the car, in my carrier, ‘cause I gets really sleepy. I too like to sleep, almost as much as I likes treats… almost, but not quite. And, I tries to keep my eyes open to see what’s going on…
But I always falls asleep… ’cause I too like to rides in the car.
I gives riding in the car four paws, ’cause I too really likes riding in the car.
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Gus (Gus Doggy Dogg)
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