Reply #12: My Rusty

[RubyDuby in GA]

Rusty was owned by a woman who worked with a girl that I carpooled with. One day this girl calls me and tells me that this woman has a 6 year old boy mini doxie that she wants to get rid of. I wasn't sure about it as I had just lost my precious Ruby about 6 weeks before to heart failure. She was 12. I told her I'd agree to dogsit while this woman went out of town. I met Rusty. He was so skittish around me or any other human. I told her I'd take him and she wouldn't have to bother with him again. Come to find out that she kept him in a very small cage all day, every day for 6 years- even when she was home! Why bother having a pet?

Anyway, Rusty hit paydirt (any doxie who makes it to my house lives the life of luxury). He's doing much better now and is currently plotting my death because of the addition to our family of his step-brother, Ted the Cat. :)

My boy:


Step-brother Ted