This is my dog, Rusty. He’s a Golden Retriever, and one heck of a good dog. He’s everything “man’s best friend” should be: lovable, loyal, friendly, and big enough to take care of anyone who tries to mess with my family. He’s quick to let me know when someone comes too close to the house, and I love that.
We got him from my brother-in-law (no, not Scott). He found him in the country where they are building a house. Evidently, someone had dumped the poor guy out there and left him for dead. Why, I have no idea. Anyway, they asked us if we wanted him, and we said “absolutely!” You see, until Rusty, I had not had a dog since I was 10 (but that’s a whole nother blog).
My childhood dog was OLD when we got her. She pretty much just ate and slept and pooped. She’d lay beside you for hours, content just to be with you. Do you see where this is going? Fast-forward to 2007, and 80 lbs. of pure energy. Rusty is ready to romp, no matter the time of day or temperature. My morning routine has become known as “Five Minutes with Rusty.” It’s by far the most high-energy part of my day, and folks, my day includes a 10 month old baby girl. This dog could power Los Angeles for a week, if they could harness his power.
Here is a brief synopsis of “Five Minutes with Rusty”:
I get dressed in a pair of very think coveralls. (Picture the suit the guy wears that trains police dogs to attack). I grab a couple of doggie treats and a bowl of food. I quietly try to sneak out to the pen. Rusty, having heard me come out of the house, has been standing guard, waiting in eager anticipation for me to appear. Upon seeing me, he launches himself at the fence (see above photo). I still can’t believe he hasn’t figured out that he can get over the fence, if he really wanted to. Anyway, I unlock the gate (it has to be locked with a padlock, because he’ll open it otherwise. Each morning, the lock has been jiggled enough to spin it. I swear he’ll get it open one day), and I step into the pen, blocking his attempted “between the legs to freedom” dash. If I manage to stay upright, and still have all the food in the container, I’ll attempt to get it into his bowl. This rarely happens. Usually, either myself, the food, or both end up on the ground, having been the victim of an 80 lb. missle launched at Mach 10.
After I get up, it’s on. I’m 6 feet tall, and Russ can put his paws on my shoulders. We do a little ballroom dancing, puncutated with my futile attempts to get him to stop jumping. No matter what I do, be it walking into his jump to throw him back, moving out of the way as he soars by, wrestling him to the ground, all of this peppered with “No Rusty!” He just gets up for more. I try to use the “stay” command, complete with the “stop sign” hand, all to no avail. He just tries to nip at my hands. The only thing he’ll obey is when I say “sit!” And that’s just because he thinks he’ll get a treat! I get more cardio from Five Mintues with Rusty than from running 5 miles. I’m trying to get him settled down so he won’t maul Amanda and Caroline when they’re outside. Amanda even conceded to letting him come in the house some, IF I can get him to simmer down. Big if.
Good ol’ Russ thinks it’s a game, this “no jumping Rusty!” thing we do each morning. Why, you ask? Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you. My father-in-law came clean tonight. You see, he has been keeping Rusty for us the past few months until we sold our house and moved down here. He said he has been letting Rusty jump and bite on him since he got him. It’s just like how he is with the grandkids: he gets to spoil them, we have to deal with the consequences. That’s fair, in some parallel universe.
Oh, and did I mention that he’s a boy? Yeah, you know what that means: it’s business time if he can grab a hold of you. Russ, do you hear that sound? I think I hear scissors in your future!
27 thoughts on “Five Minutes With Rusty”
That is classic little brother: your dog named after the Griswold son!
Welcome to the wonderful world of being a pet owner: I hope this dog humps your leg for the next 10 years! Go Rusty!
You’d best get him settled soon, or Amanda will have you sleeping with him. This is great: I get to see you re live my life over the last 10 years.
Good luck Hemp boy!
YOur dog is crazy…mine is too she will sit on top of the 7 foot wall we got in the backyard and just lie there not go over it but lie there dont ask me how she getsup there but,she does!
Mattie, I don’t think I could last one minute with Rusty! 🙂 Can’t handle dogs jumping on me.
But I’m glad your childhood dream of having a dog has finally come true.
Now what’s this I hear about Rusty having some medical issues…….
Mattie, just don’t loan Rusty to Stacy!
Oh Bub, that’s a low blow!
Mattie, check the times on Bub’s post here and the chicklets post at my blog.
Scottie, I had nothing to do with Marino’s disappearance. Several times I was in my car, driving around the neighborhood so I could find her and bring her back.
Ted’s so upset he hasn’t even come to pick up her dog house over a year later….
Just love saying it: Stacy, I’ve forgiven you. It’s time to move on.
And you gotta admit, that WAS pretty funny. 🙂
Hows the baby doing who cares about the dog?
aw Matt..you make me want to get me a puppy….
dont do it TEX!
This dog is gonna eat him out of house and home: Ask him if Amanda will let the dog in the house!
Where ARE you tonight?
You made your bones tonight: Tex added you to the links at her blog!
What are you doing? Watching Al Gore’s movie again? Hugging a tree? Weaving a basket?
Will you come up for air, for pete’s sake?
Oh, if only I could have curled up with a bowl of popcorn to listen to Al’s dulcet monotone droning on about greenhouse gases…
Instead, I spent the evening trying to pull a bad length of 220 wire up through our service panel. Seems that the wire running to the dryer got cut somehow, causing a nice 4th of July fireworks show anytime you turned on the dryer. So, we spent all night trying to rewire, to no avail. Gotta rip the baseboards off and start all over. Man, am I excited about that propsition!
Glad to hear I’ve arrived and been added to Tex’ links. I am truly, truly honored!
And Kaylee, Caroline is doing better…still not 100% though. Thanks for asking!
YOURE welcome…..That doesnt seem good just dont start a fire:)
I cant believe I am actually spending the night on the computer on my mother’s birthday!
Will you just morph into Tom Hanks and start quoting “Money Pit” lines for me now?
This is getting to be sublime: you and your father in law will be fixing this thing up for the next 200 weekends!
Peace out Corn Meal.
still waiting on the deep pool of thoughts….
//still waiting on the deep pool of thoughts….//.
OH GOD I WONT READ THAT POST:D
Tex, no worries, it’s coming.
oh god I will prepare myself deep thoughts can be anything to you:-)
I have this vision of the Baltimore game…Matt and I are discussing the relevance of why it is so important to plant trees to better our air and global warming while Ted and Candaon are jibbering about who’s buying the next round…
Im waiting on your round of philosophy first Matty…then Ill do mine
NEWS FLASH Alarming news breaks on Teds blog concerning the Chicklets!
I keep coming here, waiting for the DEEP post, and nothing. You dissapoint me.
Tex, you could have not called your vision better if someone had drawn you a picture! BTW, it’ll be on candaon. 🙂
I’m trying to come up with one to lay on all y’all, but all this anticipation has given me writers block.
Go on, Bub. I sailed that one right down the center of the plate.