In Rusby’s own words:

My day starts 6:45am, when I wake up and wait anxiously for the alarms to wake up my humans.  Then they start groaning, and I start to shake in my crate.  I am a morning person, and I am ready to go out.

Then I head straight to the backyard, where I play a game of catch for a few minutes and take care of some business.  Catch is sometimes fun, sometimes annoying, so when the man human isn’t looking, I take some time to destroy the ball.

This ball used to be similar to a soccer ball.  It also used to be round.

Then it time for breakfast. I spin around in circles until I am dizzy, then sit and wait patiently for my food to arrive.

Usually after then, I get my first major petting fix.  I draw in the humans by lying on my back, exposing my incredibly soft chest.

And now it is time for a walk.  The sun is peeking out, and kids line the streets as I strut by.  Boys are usually scared by my badass looks, but girls adore me.

And of course, I have a little bit more business to take care of.

Eventually, the humans leave and I hang out around the house, killing my stuffed animals until they no longer resemble anything.  I also make sure to pull out all squeaking elements and eat them.  My currently fascination includes my moose.

But for the second time since I moved to my new home, temptation got the best of me, and I managed to knock down the garbage can and spill the trash on the floor.  I tried to clean it up, but wasn’t able eat all of it.  The humans were not very happy with the results.  I watched them clean it up.  It wasn’t pretty.

And then we go out again, but this time the man human is not so happy with me.  We go to the outdoor market to get fruits and vegetables, and the smells overwhelm me.

At this point, I get to eat, and the humans also make some of their own food.  Which they do not share with me.  Eventhough it smells good.  So I show my belly again for some more attention.

Then we play a bit with my ball, and I sit, shake and lie down.  I get a little bit of grooming done too, which I love.  I close my eyes and let my hair be brushed.  And then when I am done with that, I just show my belly again.

Around 10pm, we take one last stroll outside, and this time, I get to run around without a leash.  I run through the leaves, kicking up dirt behind me, around the trees and herd my humans, circling from one to the other.

And boy, is that exhausting.  Usually then I pass out for the night, ideally in the lap of someone.  Back to the crate, ready to start the routine again this morning.