The Tale of Two Tippetts: The Guster.

Gus, Gus-Gus, Gustav, Stav, The Guster Pup, Pup pup, Pupperton, Pupperoo, and Pupperoni are just a FEW of the names I call my furry friend. If you can't tell by my Instagram (@nicholie13) of my Fbook, I'm a little obsessed with this pup.

Gus-Gus came into our lives at the end of June 2015. Weighing a mere 2 lbs. He was the CUTEST most Pinterest worthy pup I have ever seen. Now from childhood I've always wanted a dog. Always. My first dog (well I claim her to be my dog) was actually my neighbors. They would let their sweet mini Schnauzer roam the neighborhood and soon Shatzy and I were the best of friends. She would follow me every where. I would even call Brenda and ask her if Shatz could sleep over. Unfortunately and quite devastatingly, she ended up being hit by a car. This led to me as a little girl being extremely sad. Although this led to me getting my first unshared dog, Maggie. She was also a mini Schnauzer. My grandma and grandpa Lesser helped paid for her. It was the best thing ever! I got her when I was in 5th grade and she ended up passing away when I was 19. I loved that dog.

Fast forward to a now married Nichole. I would beg Jeremy all the time for a dog. Although living in a condo did not constitute idea dog-owning conditions. I made Jeremy promise that when we bought a house, we could get a dog. He said we could and also gave me all these rules about having one (most of which have now been broken, and not by me.) Just to our luck, the house we bought had a dog door. The conditions could not be more perfect!

It was during summer when I had ample time to kill (teacher probs/benefits) that I happened upon some KSL adds for cockapoos. I fell in love with these curly lil pups. We wanted a small dog that didn't shed. I also wanted one that didn't bark all the time (Schnauzer probs.) So these little cockapoos seemed to fit the bill. I came across an ad that had three puppies in the picture. I was sold. But I was also nervous. I knew how big of a responsibility taking on a puppy was. The potty training, the regular training, the chewing, vet bills, and all that comes with the cute puppy. I remember calling Jeremy and testing the waters to see what he thought about getting a dog. Then I told him I might get one THAT day. He seemed a little apprehensive.

I then called my littlest brother Bridger. I told him that I was seriously considering getting a puppy. Of course he was all for it. I told him that I wanted him to come with me (all the way to Ogden) to get the puppy. I barely got the words out, before I heard a resounding "YES!" I told him not to tell anyone what we were doing, and off we went!

The whole drive up, I was still nervous. Mainly because of the responsibility. We met the lady that was selling the puppies at a Maverick. They were in a pink basket. We took our time holding each puppy. One was really wild and energetic, and one looked like he was dazed and confused. We decided to take the third one that seemed to be a nice balance between the two. And BAM, we now have a dog. The name Gus actually does NOT come from the fat mouse of Cinderella. I remember growing up, my dad would always talk about his dog Gus he had as a kid, and what a good dog he was. So wa-la! Gus number 2 was born!

Gus was so tiny when we first got him. I was a little nervous he was part Chihuahua (his breeder was Hispanic... Joke, joke!) But luckily he is now a nice 20 lbs. I'm not going to lie, he was pretty hard to potty train. I think it took us a solid 5 months to get him completely potty trained. But he also does cool tricks like sit, down, roll-over, beg, and shake. Ok, not that cool of tricks, but I'm pretty proud of him.

Oh and guess who loves him almost as much as I do? Jeremy. Mmmmm-hmmm! I would tell him "I told ya so," but... you know ;)

The Guster really is such a great dog. He loves everyone. I'm not even exaggerating. I take him to the dog park and all his does is lap hop from person to person. He doesn't bark at people (hallelujah!), he snuggles, he is always game to play, and he has the best personality. Don't get me wrong, there are days I want to banish him to the backyard because he has escaped his gated off area and chewed up a billion papers. But, I wouldn't go back to not having a dog. They are just the best. Also, you will probably see more posts of The Guster in the future. You have been warned. Enjoy the photos!