• Gus is scared of playing with me.  Actually, he will ignore me all day and act scared to play with me, but the second Dani gets home, then he acts like we're total buds who do nothing but hang out all day doing guy things.  Well, he does guy things like sitting around and napping. Great job, Gus!

• Gus is scared of bottles.  We don't know why. If you hold up one, he will turn his head 180 degrees away from it so he won't be able to see it.  Then he'll check to see if it's still there. If it is, he'll run away.

• Gus is scared of being stared at.  You don't have to say anything, but if you stare at him for 10 to 15 seconds, that's it.  He's outta there.

• Gus is scared of dashunds.  Before I met Dani and Gus a group of dashunds terrorized him at the dog park once, and he is fightened of them to this day.  Oddly enough, he still likes hot dogs.

• Gus is scared I'll yell at him.  This happens when we're trying to eat and he comes into the room slobbering like we're going to give him some (we never do; he only gets to lick the plates once we're finished).  He knows he's going to get yelled at if I give him the finger and tell him to fuck off, so indirectly he's scared of being flipped off as well.

• Gus is scared to walk in front of the tv.  He doesn't know why he shouldn't go there, but he knows I will yell at him if he is between the couch and the screen.

• Gus is scared of me screaming "NoChew!"  Of course, if I don't scream that when I hear him chewing on his paws, he'll keep messing with them until they're bloddy stumps.  Why does he do this exactly?  I don't know, but I'm thinking it's sort of like how Scooby chewed his nails whenever he was scared of a farmer dressed up as a scarecrow to scare off his neighbor so he could buy her land cheap.  Good thing I never bring Gus ghostbusting.

• Gus is scared of garment bags from the dry cleaners.  Once I reached out to pet him and my hand brushed against it inadvertantly.  He jumped and ran away.  Try to approach Gus quietly, okay?

• Gus is scared of remote control cars.  He won't bark at them or try to chase them, he just leaves the room like a Baptist minster at the first use of the word "penis."

• Gus is scared of me.  One time I went over to Dani's place when we first started going out.  She was in the back yard with him, so I let myself in though the front door.  When Gus came in and saw me, he barked once and ran back out of the room terrified, looking for Dani. I think the bark translated as, "Mommy!"

 

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Here's Gus being pushed around by Lucy, a foster puppy.

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