Gus walks 20+ blocks and we cheer like those dog-parents we swore we'd never be.

This afternoon, we took Gusington to Central Park for the first time. It's about 10 blocks from our apartment, so we thought he might be overwhelmed by the distance (+ running around once we got there), but he's kind of a champ.

I didn't really know what to expect when we brought home this little ball of wrinkles and obstinance. I was even a little intimidated by his nonstop barking/havoc-wreaking in my dad's shop the first night. But we couldn't love that sweet pup more than we do. And when he pokes his head over the edge of the bed on a Sunday morning, I just about die of cuteness overload.