As we mentioned yesterday, our pal Frankie asked that everyone take some time on their blogs on July 4th to explain where our names came from. We also mentioned that we are ignoring the rules of the game, though we hope all of you will play the game and let us know your backstory. Anyway, we are going to take a post every day this week and explain where each member of The Herd’s name came from. We will, at least, finish on July 4 – the day when everyone is supposed to post their stories. And don’t forget that every member of The Herd has his/her own page here, including past members of The Herd.
With the introduction out of the way, today’s entry is Rusty (or, The Rooster).
Rusty joined The Herd June 22, 2004 (Sigh, and the hu-dad failed to remind everyone last week) at roughly a year or so old. But the back story is he was not even who was supposed to join The Herd – nor was his name Rusty. Hang on.
The Herd was down to Nikita and Natasha. Natasha had just celebrated her first birthday and Nikita was about to celebrate her eleventh. Needless to say, the endless energy of a teenager was driving Nikita a little crazy, so the hu-dad decided that the time was right to add another Sibe to the mix. We went to visit Carolina Siberian Rescue and a red siberian named Sunshine. The meeting was brief. Nikita was clear. No way, no how.
We met Siberian after Siberian, and each was rejected by either Nikita or Natasha. It was clear that the two girls were going to be very picky. Exhausting the list of available dogs, we were dejected and decided to wait. But Donna Wolfe, the director of CSR, said she had just brought in a young male Siberian whom she had not even listed as available. His name was Rojo, Spanish for Red. Out the door bounded this ball of energy, and he immediately went down into a play bow and let loose with an “Arrrr-rooooooooo”. Natasha dropped into a play bow and wooed back. Nikita looked at him, shrugged, and kept sniffing the yard. Dramatic improvement over the other introductions. After time walking and playing together, the decision was made that Rojo would come home with us.
We picked Rojo up two days later after all of the paperwork was complete and brought him home. Nikita was a little shocked to discover he would be living with us, but Natasha was delighted. Natasha and Rojo played in the yard while we discussed names. Rojo just did not fit him, so we decided to name him Boris (so we would have Boris and Natasha). Remember we told you yesterday that we were working on a Russian theme for names.
Ok, you have seen pictures and videos of him. Does he really look like a Boris? Nope. Never fit. We tried name after name for several days, but none seemed to fit. In the meantime, we kept referring to him as that Rusty colored dog and the Red Headed Step Child. Fortunately for him, it finally got shortened to Rusty and the name stuck.
Oh – and Rooster. You should hear the boy crow. He loves, loves, loves to sing at every chance. He is enthusiastic about eating, hiking, running, wrestling and sleeping – so he approaches singing with the same gusto. Rusty the Rooster often gets shortened to Rusty Roo, Roo-Boy, Roo-Roo and a variety of other nicknames. Boris would never have been as nickname friendly.
Rusty is the resident comedian. He is always up for a game, is rarely serious, and is totally unconcerned whether the rest of The Herd wants to do what he wants to do or not. He simply marches to his own drummer (probably has his own soundtrack running in his head, frankly). Quite fine by us. The class clown keeps us entertained.