In Which Rusty Becomes A Farm Dog

(He's wondering if you have food)

So we visited West Virginia this weekend for my parent's 35th anniversary.

We hung out up in the hollow by the pool, drank beers around the fire, ate way too much good food, and introduced Rusty to Max and to farm life in general. He loved it. He got way too much attention, way too much food, and slept soundly every night. He loved riding on the four-wheeler with Ryan, and became a bit of an attention-hound.

Here is Max, farm dog extraordinaire, who after some initial reservations, allowed himself to play with Rusty and have a great time:

Ryan and Ezra, enjoying good times 'round the fire:

Rusty's first swim:

He just went running right in! He was initially a little scared, but then got the dog paddling down and jumped in 2 more times:

Here's Russ lounging by the pool, exhausted by eating a dead mouse whole, in one gulp. Or maybe he's passed out from knocking over the beer and wine glasses and slurping them up with excitement:

It's a hard life ain't it?

Travelling was great, he slept in his crate the whole time, and definitely reinforced to us that he's going to be good with trips and being around other people. It was hard leaving, we had such a good relaxing time, and the dog just thrived. You can understand why people who live in rural areas cannot fathom a city dog. But he was also happy to be home in his normal environment.

Our next hurdle: Learning to walk on the leash!