I grew up in a two pet family: a dog and a cat. Our dog’s name was Rusty and he was 18 months older than me. He was a red kelpie cross…dad always reckoned with a dingo…who knows… He arrived on our doorstop as a puppy on Christmas Day in 1964. Someone had just left him there. Apparently my parents tried to find out who left him, but once it became clear that they were never going to find out, Rusty became our dog. I loved Rusty. He was loud and barked at everything. Birds. The Wind. Neighbours. He must have [...]