Gus has only been with us for a week, but I can hardly imagine life without him. He keeps us busy and entertained, has absolutely gotten me off my lazy butt (he is a puppy, after all), and rewards us with his sweetness and softness and eagerness to please.
(Theo is incredibly tolerant of Gus. In fact, I think he's pretty pleased that there's a new tail to swat at and somebody much more interesting than us boring humans. If Gus gets too familiar, Theo bats at his nose with his paws, claws retracted. Adorable.)
We found our boy, via petfinder, at a great rescue called Adopt-a-Lab. It was so much fun to pick him up--even the drive three hours south was exciting. Mark's mom and my sister-in-law Tracey came with me, and they were great moral support and company.
Strangely, although having Gus around makes everything better, soothes the loss of our dear Minnow, it simultaneously makes me miss him even more. I've thought of him so much this week. It's like his absence is larger now, sharper, even though life is sweeter with this new puppy.