We had just arrived home from a wonderful Saturday-Sunday at Trey's grandparents house in Davenport. I was exiting the car with Gus on a leash and gathering some of our bags from the back seat while Blinn was getting Trey out of his car seat and getting some bags as well. Blinn carried Trey to the edge of the sidewalk and set him down to walk the rest of the way to the house. I was halfway down the walk with Gus encouraging Trey to walk towards me.
Trey refused to move from the edge of the sidewalk. It was as if he was standing in a pile of cement. He was making his whiny-grunt sound and pointing towards me.
Mommie to Daddy: Do you know what he wants?
Daddy to Mommie: No clue.
Mommie to Daddy: Do you think he wants Gus' leash?
Mommie walks over and hands Trey the leash (with Gus still attached of course).
Daddy to Mommie: That is exactly what he wants.
The Dude needed to be in charge of getting Gus back into the house. As soon as the leash was in Trey's hand, we received one of his trademarked grins and all was right with the world. He proceeded to walk Gus back into the house and he continued to walk Gus around the house when we got inside.
God Bless Gus.
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