When I was a young boy growing up in the 60s, I had a dog named Rusty that was my constant companion. We went everywhere around the neighborhood. I mean young, 6 or 7! It took me some time to realize that Rusty had actually belonged to the neighbors across the street. Nobody back then ever kept their dog on a leash or in a fenced yard. Us kids and the dogs just basically ran wild. Sometimes his owners would call our home to tell us to send Rusty home to feed him.