Rusty is a new pal of mine. We met at my Grandma Barbara’s Thanksgiving dinner. While I didn’t capture it on film, he does the cutest little thing where he sits up like a rabbit, balanced on his back end. Then he just looks from person to person, waiting for you to feed him.
I’m not sure how someone says “no” to those eyes.
He’s a friendly chap. He and Truffle waited patiently during the cleanup phase to see if they would get any scraps.
He’s not the dog of this house though. That title belongs to Truffle, Grandma’s poodle. Rusty belongs to my Aunt Robin and you can tell, he just adores her.
Rusty and I quickly realized we were kindred spirits though.
We spent some time in the sunroom, him munching on a Milkbone® and me basking in the warmth of the sun.
See, we get each other, me and Rusty. We’ve got a lot of things in common.
Big, soulful eyes. Hair with a tendency to frizz. And crooked bottom teeth.
But neither of us let that bother ourselves too much. I mean, when I was in junior high and all my classmates were getting braces (that I thought were GORGEOUS sparkling pieces of MOUTH JEWELRY) and I sat there with teeth so straight it looked like they’d been purchased, who could have known that by the time I was 24 and had my wisdom teeth removed that my bottom teeth would look…well, almost like Rusty’s?
In the immortal words of Christina Aguilera, Rusty and I say — “I am beautiful no matter what they say, words won’t bring me down.”
Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
He is such a cute little thing.
I love him. He’s got such personality!
I just stumbled upon your blog, and wanted to tell you I’m really enjoying reading. Merry Christmas!
Thanks, Rachel! Hope you and Dean and Dinah have a wonderful Christmas!
I love your story on Rusty
On a side note, my bottom teeth did the same thing! Thankfully the top are still straight. I just want to say that I admire Rusty for not caving into social pressures and having pride in what God gave him 
I’ll pass it on.
Rusty is adorable! My teeth did the same thing. Perfect growing up and now at 24 they’re crooked and braces are about 2 years of saving to pay for under my insurance, which is far less than what my mother’s was.
Same here, Erica. I just can’t justify the expense since I’m not in terrible pain and for the most part it would be cosmetic.