Being a multi-tasker, I try to accomplish as many chores as I can while I'm out walking Rusty every morning.
He follows me to the bank nearby to drop off cheques or use the ATM.
At the wet market, he waits patiently while I pick out fish, fruits or vegetables. Almost everyone at the market knows him by now. Some adore him and think he's well behaved and cute. It makes me beam with pride when I take him out.
The old man at the char kway teow (fried noodles) stall is charmed by Rusty. "He must be an expensive dog. What breed is this?"
He must have a bad memory because he asks the same question all the time. Still I reply, "It wasn't so expensive when I bought him 7 years ago."
"You mean it's cheaper to buy a 7-year old one?", he asks.
"Nooo, what I mean is, it would cost more to buy one now, compared to 7 years ago."
Luckily my packet of noodles arrive and I get up to leave. Maybe he wants a dog like Rusty, who knows?
Someone should tell him that Jack Russells do not have the best reputation. They can be noisy, aggressive and hyper-active. Rusty maybe an angel around people but when he's with other dogs, it's a different story.
Rusty is a dog afterall. A small one with a big ego. He's only friendly with dogs that are smaller than him. So far, only chihuahuas and puppies (all kinds) fall under this category.
When we bring him to the park every evening, he struts around like a stud, picking on dogs bigger than him. He lunges at them and barks ferociously until there's an awful cacophony of barks in the estate.
It is times like this when I cower in shame and drag him home as fast as I can.