Maybe it's the wine making me feel a bit sappy at the moment, but I just felt like I wanted to make a blog post dedicated to my dog. Was going to say it's been a hard week, but honestly it's been a hard year. My husband lost his grandmother, my mom and I lost a friend to murder, his grandfather was hospitalized, my grandfather was hospitalized and now my grandmother. I'm probably missing something, but I can't seem to keep track anymore.
However there seems to be a constant for me and my husband that makes us smile and gives us warm fuzzies. When we get home, this fuzzy little critter is on the back top of the couch in the window, waiting for us, and is always ever so happy to lick our hands... is incredibly stange and sometimes gross way of showing affection. Ever grateful for as simple of a thing as a walk in a park, his happy little butt wiggles with excitement at any thing. He loves people, and is just the cutest thing on the face of the earth. So anyway, here is some picspam of the great Rusty Venture: