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Gus had his shots this morning, as usual. When I walked in the stall he about knocked me down!
He stuck his big ol' head right into my chest and begged to be petted.
Poor big guy doesn't know his own strength. I told him "Gus! You're bigger than me bud! Easy!" And he calmed right down and gave me a bit of space. I gave him his shots while MFB held his halter (and this time he didn't even puke), then I brushed him down and picked his feet up a few times each foot. He let me mess with them all I wanted...such a good boy.

