When I was 10 years old in the summer of 1984, I had a dog named Rusty who was my best friend. Rusty was a
Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with fur that was rusty in color as his name suggested. His eyes sparkled as if he was always on the lookout for his next adventure. We were inseparable; we did everything together, including going on adventures.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a group of pets who were facing a serious problem. Their owner had reached their “debt ceiling” for buying pet food, and as a result, the pets were facing layoffs from their positions as full-time cuddlers, playmates, and companions.
The pets held an emergency meeting to discuss their options. “What are we going to do?” asked a pug named Peanut. “We can’t afford to lose our jobs!”