So this is my dog Rusty…

So named because when we got him his fur was the colour of rust and orange-y. And since we got him 10 years ago when he was a puppy, I was about 9 and was an fan of a cartoon which involved the adventures of a fox, which was also called Rusty. And so the rust coloured dog became Rusty, like my favourite fox who was in a cartoon. Basically he’s an amazing dog. Simple tastes… like his food, loves getting petted, doesn’t bother me with barking, panting, jumping up at me. Let’s me pay attention to him when I feel like paying attention to him.  But he’s getting old now and I’ve just found out that he’s gone deaf =(

Which is unfair because he’s one of those stupid, tubby dogs who doesn’t do anything except sleep and laze around. He doesn’t even like running. I think out of 10 years I’ve seen him run less than five times. It sounds bad, but when I’ve had to get him to run (like if I need to get him back to the house and he’s taking forever) I have to give him a little push my with my foot to get him to pick up any pace whatsoever. He’s adorable. Like… cart-horse-slow adorable.  If you give him a slice of bread to eat, he lies down and has a way of holding the bread slice upwards between his two paws so he can eat it without getting it all on the floor. He’s that cool. Other dogs would just push it all over the floor with their noses getting it all dirty until they finished eating it.