Rusty
Rusty is our 2 year old boxer. He was our daughter Katie's 15th birthday present, but needless to say we all spoil him. While Katie is his Mommy, I am his Grandma. He is a good boy and we love him very much. He is loaded with personality and is a real clown. He is a snuggler too.
Katie had fallen in love with Rusty's real Mom, Lady, and wanted one of her puppies very bad. She lived two houses down from our old house. But the year before we didn't think Katie was ready for the responsibilites of taking care of a puppy. I wasn't ready to do it either. But Lady had a litter of pups May 28, 2000, and the more I thought about it the more I thought we should get her one. Lady's owner said this might be the last year she had puppies and I really wanted her to have one of Lady's. Her temperment and looks are very good and her puppies are darling. So we took Katie over the 2 of September and told her to pick one. She was so excited I thought she was going to cry. So we came home with a very scared puppy in Katies arms. He was shaking and had the most pitiful look on his face.
After a bath we brought him in and showed him his food and water. I don't think he'd ever been in a house. Katie sat on the floor with him in her lap and all of us around them. He'd never walked on vinyl before. Needless to say he slid more than walked at first. I felt for him as this was all new and a bit scary to him. When he sat he'd slide backwards. If he got lucky he'd back into a table leg or one of the cabinets. If he hit the floor while running there he went, sliding across the floor. He knew the second his toes hit the floor he was a gonner. The look of suprise on his face would crack us all up. Then he'd recover his grip he'd jump around and I swear he was laughing with us. From the beginning his little nub of a tail would go a mile a minute when he got excited. It still does. Then he'd get the hiccups at the drop of a hat.
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