Today for no reason at all - or maybe just because I'm tired of "guiding" him all the time - I let Gus pick his own Sunday supper. Not surprisingly, he opted for ice cream, which I promptly provided and he, equally promptly, devoured straight from the carton, while sitting on the kitchen counter.
He is one picky eater these days and I'm one worried Momma, but then again, seeing him like this; he is as sweet as ice cream to me!
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