More Props To My Boy Rusty

Many of the shops on my street allow dogs to come in. Often, if I'm not sure, I just ask and they usually say yes. A couple weeks ago Rusty came xmas shopping and 3 separate shop-clerks commented that they couldn't believe how well-behaved the dog was. He just quietly follows me around, doesn't get into things or bark. 

Rusty in my fav pet store: Mad Cat pet supply

 That coal black nose and white belly are too much to handle. Rusty is somewhere between 7 and 18 months old, but I think he'll have that cute puppy face forever. He's such a smushy guy. 

 That face. Stop it. 

My friend Emma wants to adopt Rusty, but she lives in Portland so it's not allowed. She gave him a mohawk to demonstrate her affection. Rusty doesn't really shed at all so styling his hair is easy. 

Mohawkin'

Last week over Christmas, I got to visit little Skip. Rusty and Skip hit it off and even fell asleep in a pile together after wrestling for a couple of hours. Skip is so happy in his new home, but he did remember me thank God.

My happiest moment