Came into the room to find Rusty sleep-barking. For such a big dog he makes real high pitched noises.
Tag: bed
This was several years ago, I had just purchased a $150 chenille bed for my dogs. They all loved it and wanted to be on it. Only one problem, it was the dead of summer and a very warm bed.
Rusty in particular REALLY loved that bed. My dogs kind of play musical chairs with beds, it’s pretty funny. So they all know once they get off a bed, someone else is going to hop on the comfy new bed.
Rusty figured out a loophole. He left his feet on the bed while cooling down on the tile. He’d be on the bed, get hot, flop onto the tile to cool, then back onto the bed.
Heheh, I win!
My boy Rusty was, by far, the worst-case rescue I’ve ever seen. He was a feral street dog that never had an owner before, was about 1.5 years old when I rescued him, and had been in MANY fights. But you could see the kindness and affection hidden under the layers of pain and suffering.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I could keep him. That turned into maybe I can keep him as an outside dog. Then that turned into maybe he can be an inside dog. And now he’s the most affectionate, silly, caring dog I have. He takes care of all the other dogs. Has no aggression of any type.
If another dog takes his treat or food, he just watches them eat it, then turns to look at me like “Daddy, she ate my cookie 🙁 I guess I’ll go lay down now 🙁 ” and walks away. His face and body has hundreds (I’m not exaggerating) of puncture wounds, he has a 6″ long scar from where his neck was ripped open, the top of his snout was ripped open, and all the white dots of fur on his face are scars from tooth puncture wounds. He has a broken ankle that didn’t heal right.
At least once a day, he has to lay on my chest with his arms hooked over my arm, his face pushed against my face or snout under my chin or neck, and I just hold him. He just lays there. Then he gets up, licks my face, and continues on with whatever he was doing.
What more could you ask for?
Just some snugglin’
The rules are simple. Just don’t get on my pillows. I also used to say “Don’t get on my blankets” but that fell by the wayside so I now put a ‘dog blanket’ on my bed to keep it clean during the day. And this naughty girl pulled my sleeping blanket (not dog blanket) on top of all my pillows, and set up shop. “Do what you must, for I have already won” — Wolfham
