Rusty started to chew. I mean chew! He chewed up outdoor lights, placemats (several), my bathing suits (put out to dry), and anything he could get teeth into.
Above is the cover on my trailer spare tire.
This is the cover on John's hot tube. Rusty tore it up four times. John kept patching. And patching. John finally decided that Rusty was just too much of a hassle and advertised for someone to adopt him.
Today Rhonda came to clean. Guess what? She knew someone who wanted a dog to keep their dog company. Boy is Rusty company. So they loaded Rusty up.
So Rusty is gone with Rhonda. He lives in Stirlington now with a older female named Dora. Rhonda said that after a while Rusty was enjoying someone to play with. A win - win situation.