Mom and Dad went to a mall in North Jersey with family friends Gail and Ray and came home with a cute shetland sheepdog whom we named Rusty. This was sometime in 1976, after our summer vacation to Disney World. He was very protective of my brother and I. One day my Uncle Mike was trying to swat at a bee to get it away from me and Rusty must've thought that he was attacking me so he started to go after my uncle. I don't remember if he actually bit him or not. My parents told us that they found Rusty a good home on a farm and it wasn't until years later that we found out that he had been put to sleep which was very upsetting. We only had this sheltie for about 2 and a half years. I hope that I get to see him and all my other doggies in heaven someday.