It’s me.  Gus, again.

I forgot something when I wrote about the visit from the pet psychic.  

While the hi-mom doesn’t think of us as a pack, I think there is a pack order.  And, I’m okay being last. Hu-mom was feeding me first.  I would just look at my food.  I would not eat.

I told her I wanted her to feed me last.

Around here, we get a scoop of Merrick, a spoonful of pumpkin and a joint supplement.