The Tail of Rusty

So, once again, it's been a long time since I last posted. It's not that we haven't done anything since February. As I'm looking through the few pictures we took, we did a lot of fun stuff actually. I'm just a lazy blogger.
So to begin catching up:
This is Rusty.

Here are Rusty and Howie together.

Cute, huh?
Yup, pretty much. And Rusty was a very affectionate dog. He loved to snuggle up with you and give you puppy kisses, and he just generally wanted to be loved. He and Howie played well together, and Rusty fulfilled his purpose of keeping Howie occupied so we didn't have to entertain him every second of the day.
That is where the good things about Rusty stop though.
I hated Rusty from day one, despite his cute face. Within five minutes of him coming in our house he'd "marked" the couches in four different places. I came home from work the next day to find he'd "marked" some of my walls. I would regularly come home to rivers of pee across my floor, and he coudln't catch on to the fact he wasn't supposed to go in the house. Even Howie caught onto that and he's a mix of dumb breeds when it comes to potty-training! Rusty shed like a beast. He'd try to snuggle up next to me and I'd push him away and be covered in Rusty hair. His hair was all over the couches all the time and we were sweeping up piles of it every week.
Before we adopted Rusty, we asked specifically if he was house broken and if he shed? We were told he was house broken, and he doesn't shed. I don't think the lady we adopted him from temporarily lied to us about these facts. She has seven other dogs though. She probably just didn't know.
So anyway, I kicked Rusty out. I gave him back because I couldn't handle all of his issues. I don't feel too badly about it either. The reason we wanted to adopt a dog that was a little bit older was to avoid a lot of the issues (potty training) that we had with Rusty.