Rusty is now 4 months old, and has quite successfully woven himself into our little family. He and the Cat even tolerate each other, mostly. We took him to Hagerstown on Saturday to help my brother and sister-in-law Dave and Suzanne get packed up for their move to Morgantown, and he was a big help, cleaning the kitchen floor with his built-in mouth-vacuum, and getting all the dust bunnies with his magnetized whiskers.
He is also developing a retriever’s keen love of fetch, bringing the ball over to me several times a day, ready for me to throw it.
I would say in order of things he loves, it goes like this:
1. Food.
2. Anything resembling food that can be ingested such as toilet paper, dryer sheets, cat poop, foil-wrapped chocolates.
3. Me and Ryan, because we feed him.
4. Sleeping on my pillow.
5. Fetch.
6. Torturing the cat.
7. Walks. Because sometimes if he is good, he gets treats.
I love my dog very much, and he loves me, but being the food-whore that he is, if I am aware that if anyone else gives him treats or attention, he’ll pretty quickly love him too. I know my place in the world.
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