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.”