Settling in well

Ricky is settling in well. He loves his toys and loves to play. He still hasn't convinced Rusty that playing is a good idea, but it's not for want of trying. At least Rusty isn't running away anymore. I can't believe how patient Rusty is with Ricky.
Poor Rusty, he should be enjoying his twilight years in peace, and I've gone and got him a Ricky. Ricky jumps all over him, pulling his ears and hanging off every bit of available fur on poor Rusty's body. The funny thing is that Rusty puts up with it. There is no way I would have ever picked Rusty as being such a tolerant dog. When I've looked after friends dogs in the past, Rusty has been particularly nasty, and I haven't really liked his behaviour. It was also one of the reasons I wanted a female, as I didn't think he'd cope with another male. Boy, was I wrong. It's almost like Rusty knows that this little whipper snapper isn't going away any time soon, so he puts up with it. He does give Ricky a telling off when he needs it though.
Here's a picture of Ricky enjoying some 'special time' with his favourite toy, Ringo, the little blue Rogz dog.