I would never have believed it but my wife insists it’s true. She says as soon as she pulled into the rehab hospital’s parking lot Rusty started to whimper and wag his tail. He hadn’t been up in two weeks but on this his third visit he hadn’t forgotten where exactly I am incarcerated.
My wife takes him for walks and he comes running back to me and reaches up over the bed rail to tell me all about it.
He bothers no one, never tries to run out of the room and makes not a sound. Most of the staff love him.
We move his bed around as he chooses.
He loves grass and my great regret is we lack thick lawns in most areas of the Keys. Up here he takes advantage.
Layne’s sister is in town for a visit.