When I look at Rasta, I am captivated by his
eyes. He exudes an aura of aristocratic nobility, sweet and
genuine affection, and high intellect. Occasionally, I will catch
the sparkle of his delightfully impish humor.
Rasta is the dog that is most in tune with me. He perks up
when he hears my voice, in hopes that I am speaking to him. He
seeks me out for hugs when he is feeling the need for added
security, or when he senses that is what I need. His moods often
eerily mirror my own. He becomes excited when I do and helps me
enjoy the fun. He quiets and lays peacefully beside me when I am
exuding a melancholy air.
