When thinking about what to write and publish next on this site, many dramatic social talking points crossed my mind. I suppose it’s not surprising - given the state of the world and the time we live in. I umm’ed and ahh’ed over extremism, pondered about recent technological advancements, but in the end, I looked down to my right and was reminded that there was actually only ever one topic worthy writing about - our dog, Rus.

His full name is not truely known - forever shrouded by myth and legend. Many theories are out there, not limited to: Russel Coight, Russy Russet Potato, Rus Rus, Jah Rustafari, Ruster Brown - some even suggesting that it may be an acronym. R.U.S.

For what? nobody dare guess.

Rus is a calm and well-mannered gentleman, approaching 6 years old. He adores a chance to meet a new human friend, although we are still working on our manners when meeting other dogs. Every day we walk around the neighbourhood, crossing other local dogs and practicing our sits, downs and stays. Day by day he gets more and more comfortable with being around other dogs and resisting the urge to aggressively introduce himself and herd them into a non-existent paddock.

Everyone who meets Rus comments on how handsome he is - which makes me a very clucky dog-dad. He is without a doubt, the most refined and proper gentleman, if you couldn’t already tell.

Some of Rus’ favourite activities include:

• Staring at mum
• Staring at dad
• Following mum or dad
• Softly gesturing towards nipping the ankles of elderly relatives

All in all, he’s one in a million and we look forward to spending the rest of his life as a pack.

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