Before I had Rusty, I could never understand why people fuss over their dogs. I scratched my head when I saw friends sobbing uncontrollably when their dogs died.
I grew up with dogs around me all my life. What we had were mostly mongrels that somehow strayed into our yard and stayed behind. While they were very much part of our lives, they slept outside and didn't require much attention.
Maybe it is the amount of care we've lavished on Rusty, we constantly worry about the day when he has to go to doggie heaven. He's more than a pet, he's like family now.
Imagine his face is the first I see when I am awake. Like my personal trainer, he forces me to go for long walks whether I am in the mood or not. He is the one I worry about most when it comes to mealtime because unlike the kids, he can't make his own dinner.
Rusty never talks back even when I growl at him. He's loving and sweet all the time and never demands anything from me.
When I heard about Rusti Run from CH, I signed up immediately. Surely Rusty must support an event called Rusti run right? I got in touch with the organiser who had named the Run after her late dog Rusti. Now my little Rusty is her new furry friend. When I saw Rusty's photo on her website, I was filled with pride. (http://www.rustirun.com/Furry_Friends.html)
It sounds rather silly the way I gush about Rusty. Now I can finally understand why pet owners or proud mommies behave this way. Well, we can't help it, just bear with us.