Throwback Thursday: Puppies and Mischief

I grew up with a dog (or two) in the household for the first eighteen years of my life. These past five or so years of living without a dog have been weird, to say the least. When I was born, my parents had two dogs: a rescue dog named Pepsi (whom I will save for another Throwback Thursday) and Rusty, who is featured this week!

Rusty was born at my grandparents' farm in Northern Wisconsin.

As you can see, she was pretty much the cutest thing on the face of the earth. 

She settled into a life with my parents and Pepsi and eventually I came along, which apparently Rusty did not like. Who can blame her? She was the baby of the family until this wrinkly, pink little human came along. Thankfully, she LOVED me once I started eating in a high-chair and dropping food. After that she and I were good buddies...bless her heart, she had a lot of patience.

the "omg someone please help me" look

                               

Ok, now that I probably brought sentimental tears to my mother's eyes, I deem this post a success.