It's almost the end of a long weekend, at least I had some time to read today even if it was only for 30 minutes. I seriously think working mums like us need a 3-day weekend. That's the only way we can get some rest.
Then again, I'm not sure about mums with little active kids. Sometimes they would rather be back at work where they can find some peace, provided they have a nice working environment to begin with. But kids (and dogs), they grow up so quickly, mums soon forget about those tiring days.
My new friend Fry has been waxing lyrical about how charming and sweet Rusty is. Well, he wasn't always like that. During his growing up years, he was a little terror who got into all kinds of trouble.
He used to dash around the farm with boundless energy. He chased after the postman and newspaper delivery guy. He terrorised the farm workers and bossed over Cookie and Russell. He wrestled with snakes and killed chickens, lizards and rats. He fought with other farm dogs and got warded into the pet hospital several times. When my sis-in-law presented him with a comfy straw bed one night, it was torn to bits the next morning.
It was only lately that he has mellowed. But he has always been a charmer, no wonder Fry is smitten. We met a female Jack Russell while we were out walking this morning. That bitch wouldn't stop winking at him the whole time. Soon she was all over him while Rusty merely sniffed at her politely.
The same thing happened again tonight. This time it was a rust coloured female Siberian Husky named Hazel. She was thoroughly enamoured with Rusty and wouldn't let him go. She's a really sweet girl but too big to be Rusty's playmate. Finally I had to save Rusty from her clutches.
Now he's sound asleep on my bed, safe at last, from his many admirers.