Dusty Was a Great Friend
Dusty was dropped off close to my house at around 5 weeks old. He clung to the back fence door like he was never going to let go. He quickly became the man of the house, letting me know when he wanted out or was hungry. If I should come home from work hot and sticky, thinking bath, bath. He would bite my ankle while I was running the water. His way of saying, "Not before you feed me." My friend let herself in late one night and I could hear him telling her, "You don't belong here." We would sit together in the evenings whispering sweet nothings to each other. I miss Dust, it was a great 17 years together.