Gus has taken it upon himself to start helping me feed the dogs.
I hand him the bowls. He does a thorough visual inspection of the food and asks me “What’s dat?” at least 3 times, before I open the dog crate.
We both then tell the dogs to sit and once they are sitting, they get their bowl.
Fascinating business, right?
In exchange for feeding them, he expects the dogs to be his favorite cushion whenever required.
…this is what happens when I commit to posting every day.
a moose in moscow 
Ok, so I might be your mother but I know I’m not biased. I think this is adorable and, of course, I love the post. I could go on and give you an Erwin compliment but I’ll refrain 🙂