My neighbor across the hallway loves Rusty. I think she likes me well enough, but she most definitely LOVES her some Rusty. Coming home the other day, I found a post-it note she’d left on my front door:
Placed awkwardly low because duh, it wasn’t a note for me. It was, of course, for Rusty.
I’m glad the little guy has made some new friends in the building. Me too, for that matter. Although I will happily leave all of the leftover chicken bits for him.
Rusty Dog Days 