Rusty is six, and is… ambiguous. To say the least. Rusty is probably part German shepherd, and might be part hound. His dad calls him a ‘German hound’, anyway.
The first time I ran into him, Rusty had just gotten back from the beach.
I think this may be the first picture of… this sort… that I’ve ever published.
And here’s when I ran into him again a couple hours later. All dry and suave again.