I am Gus. I went to a neat place that is doggs friendly called the Crabb Shack on Tybee Island. They have food that Jims and Mama Becky like – Low country boil, crab legs, clams and lots of good food. I too like good people food. I wanted a crabby patty like on Sponge Bobb Square Pants. I didn’t see him there, but I did see crabbs. Maybe they were related to Mr. Crabb. They didn’t say much but Jims made lots of “Mmmmmm” sounds when he was eating them. He too likes crabbs.
That’s Jims, Mama Becky, my buddy DP, my buddy Morgan with the gators smiling in the background. That’s me on the bottom right. The gator smiled a lot. I guess he likes people and doggs. Maybe he is inviting them to dinner. Jims was upset ’cause he only had his phone camera.
My buddies, Morgan and DP went with me. Oh, yeah, and Mama Becky and Jims. We took our picture with a gators who was hanging on a wall. He must have wanted a better view of the other gators who were in the water nearby.
Behind DP is the water from the river. Behind Morgan… way behind Morgan was the water with lots of little gators. And cats. There were lots of cats too. And birds in cages.
They are doggs friendly at the Crabb Shack so a nice lady brought me a bowl of water. There were lots of peoples there and we ate on a deck by the water with boats. I barked to Jims that I wanted a crabby patty like on Sponge Bobb Square Pants. But, Jims told me, “No, no, Gus. Crabby patties are not good for doggs.” I really, really think I could make that decision on my own. After all, I am almost six months old and almost twelve inches high. There are lots of cats at Crabb Shack and I bet they gets to eat crabby patties.
We saw a gray cat who lives close to the gators. I don’t think he likes doggs. I too like cats, but they don’t likes me.
Nope. I don’t think the gray cat likes me… or doggs. I bet he likes treats. I too like treats.
We saw parrots at the Crabb Shack. They lived in a little house with lots of glass and they lived in cages. One tried to bite me. I barked, “No, no, parrot. You don’t eats Gus Doggs. You eat birds food.” He just squawked and tried to bites me again. He was grumpy.
We saw this parrot. He was grumpy.
Yep, he was grumpy and tried to bites me. I guess I must look like a parrot treat. I too like dogg treats, but not doggs that are treats.
In the gift shop I saw a Yoda. Jims told me that I too look like a Yoda. I don’t know, what do you think? Maybe Yodas are part dogg.
When we finished dinner we walked by the gator pond. There were lots of gators. They looked hungry, so I made Mama Becky carry me. There was one gators on the boardwalk that had his mouth way open. Maybe he was yawning.
It was really dark, but we could see lots of gators in the pond. Maybe they were Florida gators waiting for a football game.
This gators had his mouth stuck open. I tried to help, but couldn’t. I found a treat in his teeth. I too like gators treats.
Jims told me that I was trusting ’cause Jims told me a gators that big would eat Gus doggs… Chomp! One bite and I would be a ‘gator treat. I too like treats, but I don’t want to be a gator treat. Or maybe his jaw was stuck, so I took a look around to see if I could help. Nope. He still had his mouth open when we drove away. Maybe he was a Florida gators, ’cause I am a Georgia dogg and Mama Becky says that some Georgia Dawgs say that gators can’t keep their mouths closed, especially when they wins football games. Maybe there was a football game and I didn’t know it.
We had a good time and good meal at the Crabb Shack. I saw cats and parrots and gators and lots of peoples. I too like peoples. I had to stay away from the gators, though, cause they would make me a Gus-Dogg gators treat. And, the cats. They too don’t like Gus Doggs, but at least they don’t eat them. I too still like cats.
I give the Crab Shack three paws, but only because if it rains I can’t eat there. They don’t have a dogg roof.
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Gus (Gus Doggy Dogg)
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