Well, I wanted to ask about a cake:
Gus agreed--about no cake, not my cuteness.
|Gus here: Guardian calls me handsome--it's better than cute|
|Gus: Even I wouldn't eat THAT cake! Can't even look at it.|
Guardian said she doesn't bake cakes and thinks it's silly for a dog to have one. I think she's just upset 'cuz she doesn't get cakes for her BD anymore. Of course, she is sort of dog-like, so maybe that's the reason she doesn't get a cake. Or maybe it's just 'cuz Gus can't have rice or potatoes, soy, salmon or a gazillion other foods. Not sure what they have to do with cake, though.
Then Guardian took us to the basement. That's usually a sign of something good.
And it was:
|Not a cake, but a good bone will do!|
Finally-something to celebrate!