(I thought there would be food out here...)
Rusty is 13 weeks old today, and is getting bigger and smarter with each passing day. We've had friends in town for the past week, staying at our house, and we've been gone a lot, so he has had some crate practice, and gets better at it every time. He knows it is his housey and is not being too crazy when we are home and many strangers are around.
I didn't think we were getting such a lap dog when we brought him home, thinking he was going to be more reserved and removed, but in the past couple of weeks, he has decided his place to nap is on our laps or directly next to us, preferably touching both of us at once.
He is calm most of the time, his crazy hell dog period seems to come around 8 o'clock at night when he wants to chew on whatever piece of skin he can grab and is incorrigible. Saturday night, after we returned home from dinner, Ryan was playing with Rusty, blowing in his face (for some reason he loves that). I'm not really sure how it happened, but somehow one of Rusty's sharp little baby teeth got STUCK on Ryan's nose. It produced a deep gash in the side of his nose, lots of blood, and a loud howl from Ryan, who immediately thought he had ripped clean through his nose (It hadn't, but it was a little freaky, especially when he tried to stick his finger through the side of his nose... just to see). The poor dog was scared to death, and knew Ryan was angry and scared. He refused to talk or play with him for the rest of the night. And you could tell he was keeping his distance, even the next morning, when Ryan finally relented, and said, "I guess I still love you," and then he was all over him licking and jumping and cuddling.
You really can't stay mad at this face for long:
Rusty also decided he could move a large tree branch that fell in our yard during Saturday's storm:
Not quite as strong as he seems yet.... he'll get there though!
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