Hard Saturday

Poor Rusty. It rained here all weekend and was cold as well. We got home Saturday from all our errands, and I was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Usually Rusty is at the door barking, and after about a hour I realized that I hadn't heard from him. He was down in the concrete pit and his dog coat had flopped over his head, and he had obviously been tripping over it and falling down in the mud for a long while. I felt so bad. Jay ran downstairs and scooped him up in a towel, and we gave him a good bath and then fed him some bacon. He had been out there for no telling how long! So we brought his puppy mattress in this Sunday so he could recover. He has slept like a rock all day long.