getting rusted

i want to introduce you guys to a new acquaintance of mine. he's an awesome little guy - a bit round in the tummy, and very very hyperactive, but you forgive him for anything cause he's so cute. [sound familiar, harry?]


yup, that's him. the little furry one. he's got a brown patch [of fur, not anything else] on the other side of his bum, kindly pointed by esther, proud owner and companion.


there, that's his front view. he's got one of the cutest dog faces i've ever seen. and he's so SMALL.


look, there's him again.


and no, we were not torturing him. we find that this is the only position where he stops squirming for a bit. suleen reckons it's cause he's scared you drop him.


he's got this bone thing that he really likes to chew. *chew*chew*chew* the only thing he likes better is eating small fingers.


yup, he really likes his bone.


doesn't seem to like sharing though.

but he's not just another naughty Jack Russell that's so cute it's almost illegal.

he's a thinker, too.


that's how rusty feels comfortable. i know it looks like i'm squeezing him, but no, i have no idea what he's up to. he put himself there, i just... i'm just the cushion TT.

we were drinking milo, and he could smell it. so he scrambled for the table. we wouldn't let him, though, and we put him on the ground. then he started whining. and he sat down next to my chair, and he looked up mournfully. PUPPY DOG EYES. they're not overrated, i swear. couple it with a pathetic whine and you've got... people picking him up and cuddling him. we're so useless.


this is why nobody can say "no" to him......... for long. he's just so adorable.


like cheng loon said, i've been 'rusted'.