Everyone disses Rusty Trail. His ears. His gap-toothed smile. His wide, guileless eyes. His boundless, goofy, “gee whiz!” energy. His naming his puppy “Sassy.”
Maybe it’s a good thing that he lives a rather isolated life in Lost Forest — after all, where would he fit in?
Mostly to capitalize on yet another classic Rusty panel, but also to throw the little scamp a bone, Rusty discovers his life ambition at an early age:
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