Rusty

Let's call him Rusty. I don't know why, and I'm pretty sure it's not his name. He's probably called Blacky. Or Brutus. I'd call my dog Bob, maybe, don't ask me why, just a thought. Anyways. Don't get me started on names, I name everything : rental cars (Matilda), foxes (Billy Bob), espresso machine (George). So, when I walked by the grocery store on my way to the post office to send the last application pack and a Christmas gift to a friend, Rusty was there. He was intrigued by me. He actually decided to face me, as if to smile to the camera. Is Rusty a star? Did Blipfoto transform me into a paparazzo?

Ask Rusty.