Gus has a mild obsession with the teenagers who mow our lawn. He learned one of the guys' names quickly and referenced him in the car one day:
"I wanna see Luke!"
"Who is Luke?" I asked. "Luke Skywalker?"
"Luke mow gas!"
So when his heroes showed up yesterday for lawn maintenance, this is where Gus parked:
And even though they did a fine job, he still insisted on mowing it himself.