Mom and Dad really made my life miserable last week. They ruined my life. Last Tuesday they come home with this! A 1.5 yr old Goldendoodle! Rusty is his name
"Surprise Brix!!!!!", Mom and Dad shouted as they bust open the door and let Sir Shagalot in.
"What da arf!?!? How dare they..."
"Oh my, look at Rusty's coat, it's hyper-allergenic," Mom commented
"Check this out, Rusty sit....oh he knows it!...." Dad cheered.
How dare they bring home another dog....and a male one too. This is my house, you just can't bring home a dog without asking the boss first. Dad brought Rusty outside again and Mom leashed me up to go meet himm. This was going to be good.
We were allowed to greet after everyone had calmed down and after we did a little walking. As I got close to Rusty to sniff his butt, he jumped away and in a soft voice spoke.
"Please don't hurt me, I don't like big dogs that much."
"Why do you think I'm going to hurt you?" I asked him.
"I know what dominant dogs smell like. I smelt it from far. Oh plus that lamp post told me you would challenge anyone who dare pee over your pee.."
"Well, looks like we can be friends after all. Listen little buddy, as long as you follow my rules, you can hang with me."
And with that I let him enter my domain. I could tell he was uncomfortable with me. Maybe 'cause I'm twice his age?. It's obvious from our photo together. We are sitting far apart from each other.
"So Brix, what do you think of Rusty?", Dad asked.
"Don't you remember I got bit in the ear by a goldendoodle? Blood everywhere? Murder scene?"
"Yeah, but that was a different dog, and not all goldendoodles are like that."
"What were you thinking Dad? What is he doing here? Are you going to ship me off to China? They eat dogs there!!! You can't be that desperate for money!"
"No, no, no....we're dog sitting Rusty for 3 nights."
"What? Dog sitting? You means he's not living here for good. You mean...he's not my brother from a different mother? All right...I don't have to share anything with him."
Now that I was completely relieved and relaxed I headed to my bed. Rusty slept in a playpen far away from where I was. Good I thought, time to enjoy some sleep. but not long after....
I woke up instantly....what was that?
*scratch scratch scratch.... bam!*
Next thing I know I see Rusty walking around huffing and puffing in the living room. Dammit, can't you see I'm trying to sleep kid! He escaped the pathetic playpen my Dad made a total of 6 times that night. You have to give the kid credit, he's smart. He was able to push the door open and crawl thru the small opening. He's smarter than my Dad. Rusty finally couldn't problem solve anymore that night and finally fell asleep and so did I.
The next day Rusty started to get into the habit of things here at the B-Stud household. You have to sit on the mat to get your paws wiped...go to your bed before they serve you food. They'll make you do some stupid tricks before you get to eat too. No jumping up on the couch or going up the stairs. He got most of it. Dad also took the both of us to rollerblade but Rusty couldn't catch up to us even at slow speed.
"C'mon Rusty, let's go!" Dad called.
"Rusty, this is such a walk in the park. I'm not even breaking a sweat," I added.
"You guys are Nazi's. Insane! Why do you do this to yourselves?" Rusty said as he gasped for air.
On the 3rd day....he rose again.....oops wrong story. On the 3rd day Rusty and I went to the daycare. This is us after daycare. We were exhausted.
And before I knew it, Rusty was gone...back to his rightful owner. To tell you the truth, I kind of missed the little fella. He was like a little brother to me. I showed him the ropes around here, taught him to hold his head up high. Maybe we'll see each other again. I don't know. In any case, he's always welcome back to the B-Stud residence.