It's not that I don't like dogs. I do, but like children, I just don't like all of them.
However... this is Russy and I don't like him.
I love him.
Russy, whose name is actually Rusty, but sometimes prefers to answer to Justin Bobby, is my boyfriend's parents' dog and I'm not going to lie... He's an odd fellow. I had heard about him long before I had the opportunity to meet him and I was given very strict and very stern instructions.
Ignore him. Don't pet him and whatever you do, don't look at him.
It seemed easy enough, but it wasn't. Look at him. (Actually, don't. He doesn't like it.) He's so handsome, he's the Fabio of dogs. (If, you know, Fabio was actually handsome.) Needless to say, we didn't start off on the right foot and Russy made it very clear that he was just not that into me.
So, when Jenner and I were asked to house/Russy-sit for an entire week, I was somewhat apprehensive. Seven days with a dog I couldn't look at? Um, okay.
Well, folks, I'm happy to report that it only took many sweaty walks, trips in the car and (perhaps, although I am not at liberty to confirm this) one very small spoon of ice cream for our friendship to begin to blossom. (A heartfelt apology to Jenner's mom about the alleged ice cream, but I was desperate.)
Now, thanks to Russy, I can hear my biological puppy clock beginning to pound. Thanks, Russ.
Oh, and PS) I haven't tried this hard to make a boy like me since junior high... only this time it worked.