Rusty

Rusty wasn’t originally a planned member of my family.  In March, 2013, my choir director called saying he had found a puppy running free in his neighborhood and asked if I would keep him until he could track down the owner.  The “puppy” was so cute and about 6-7 months old according to the vet.  I couldn’t bear the thought of him going to the pound and said, “sure, my two other dogs would love to keep him company.”  After two weeks of loving him, and no one claiming him, there was no way I could give him up.  Since he already was and would fit in nicely with the rest of the family.  I think the vet may have been off on his age a bit.  Ten months later, he is now 75 pounds and still growing!  I have never seen a dog that enjoys eating wood, rocks, paper, etc. the way he does.  The wooden rocking chair on my patio is fast becoming a regular chair.  Even with all his challenges, he is the most loving baby and I am so thankful that he is in my life.

Roz

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