The dogs enjoy getting out on a nice day.

Rusty is a really nice hound.  Growing up, it seems like he spent a lot of time alone. He follows me around the house, and doesn’t mind if we are just going downstairs to put in a load of laundry.  At night, Sparky helps out by staying in the solarium with him.  Otherwise, Rusty would be complaining.

Sparky and I have a great time.  Rusty and I would have a different kind of great time.  Sparky, Rusty and me is still tricky.  I’ve got chow time sorted out and am working on doing things all together.  Last night, we watched the second season of Fallout for a little while. 

Sparky is giving Rusty the ol’ side-eye, but there weren’t any growls or inappropriate comments. 

It was going great until the ghoul tried to get his dog to help him, and his dog started barking.  Sparky wouldn’t have cared, but Rusty thought the TV dog needed a response.  Sparky didn’t want to be left out.  

Nothing bad happened, but after they both got up to bark at the screen, it seemed like enough TV for the evening.

I’ve been thinking about Rusty’s future.  If the Friendship APL will take him, then he will go.  In my head, I’m looking at his stay here as a foster dog situation.  We had fun, and he’s better off than he was.

If they don’t take him, he won’t be fobbed off at some shitty cinder block reform school for surly dogs.  I’ll figure that out later.