Rusty is part of the family now!

So, I’m not really a dog person. I don’t hate dogs, I’m just not into them the way some people are. We had a great dog when I was growing up – a boxer named Freckles, who used to walk me to Kindergarten. But when Freckles died we didn’t get another dog and we pretty much became a cat family.

Fast forward many years to my married life. My husband really dislikes cats, so they were out. We lived in the suburbs and didn’t have a lot of space for a dog to run and didn’t want to commit to the walks and poop-picking-up and vet visits and the cost and, well, you get the picture. So a dog was also out, tho he really likes dogs.

Once, for a school writing project, one of our daughters’ classes was asked to write about their pets. My daughter’s writing was short and sweet, “My mom doesn’t like dogs and my dad doesn’t like cats, so we don’t have any pets”. Period. End of story. Don’t remember what her grade was, but it was certainly accurate!

Fast forward again. Both daughters are grown up and married. Daughter who wrote such a succinct essay on her lack of pets has married a man who came with a dog. Rusty. Sweetest dog ever. I was prepared to tolerate Rusty because I love my daughter and her husband. I didn’t know I would love him! She knew I was toast when I offered for them to bring Rusty with them on their next visit. He stayed in our home. He napped on his blanket on our couch. My husband (who loves dogs) took him for a walk and, yes, picked up the poop.

Rusty is part of our family now and we all get a kick out of him (but he doesn’t stay at his “aunt and uncle’s” home, just ours). He’s funny and smart and chill and adorable. Really adorable. See?

This is why we don’t have nice things

The whole famiy!

Sorry it’s been so long since my last post – I’ll do better this year!

Until next time,