Rufus' Rants

Rufus the dog.

Hello world! My name's Rufus and I intend to use this blog to opine about whatever's on my mind. Paul belongs to me and has decided it'll be okay for me to use this part of his website to that end. So, here's the world from my perspective...

The Man on the Moon

Recently I figured out that the reason I can usually see so well out in the back yard at night (when I’m out there on patrol or just takin’ care of business) is because of the moon.  Pop was talkin’ about there being a man up there back when he was a kid.

Now how that fella managed to jump that high is beyond me.  But, anyhow, Pop said that he’s real famous ’cause of doin’ it first.  He’s whatchacall an astronaut.  Pop knows some stuff about pilots, especially naval aviators, and he says this guy was really something.

He went on … continue reading »


Is Pop really a hero?

The other day I heard Pop talkin’ about heroes – what they are and, just as importantly, what they ain’t.  He was reading a story in the local paper (which I retrieve, by the way) about a Marine that had lost a leg to an IED in Afghanistan.  This young fella was being hailed as a hero because of his misfortune.  Pop was sorta thinkin’ out loud and was very decisive regardin’ how he feels about the use of the “hero” label.

In the foreword of Pop’s book Mighty Hands, his pastor refers to him as a hero and Pop made … continue reading »


I’m a big dawg now!

Yippee!  Today’s my birthday and I’m 6 months old!  The missus had me weighed the other day and I’m a whoppin’ 45 pounds.  Dad took my puppy collar off and gave me a big dawg collar that has Auburn stuff on it.  I don’t know what that means but it has neat colors.

Dad got home from Boy Scout camp the other day and said he was real happy to be back.  Said he liked the mountains and all but there were lots of cats to herd.  I don’t think I woulda liked that part.

I just about went nuts when he … continue reading »


Unconditional Love

My momma’s name is Callie and she’s whatchacall a chocolate Lab.  She and my pop, who’s a black Lab named Fisher, threw a handsome litter of nine pups (if I do say so myself) with five blacks and the other four of us bein’ yellow.  I’ve never met the old man although Dad (my master) says that one of these days we’ll stop by the tackle store where Fisher hangs out every day – just so we can meet and sniff each other.

Dad says that before I was born he had this awesome friend named Angus.  He was a yellow … continue reading »


Terrorist Primer

Every once in a while Dad refers to me as a “terrorist”.  Now I wasn’t altogether real sure what bein’ a terrorist meant until I overheard him explainin’ it to the Missus one day.  It was kinda complicated but she seemed to understand most of it.

He started by talkin’ about that Usama bin Laden guy.  Back around 1989 bin Laden formed this militant Islamist organization, al-Qaeda (which means “the base”), and had himself installed as the Emir (or commander) since it was mainly his idea and he was the driving financial resource.  It’s a non-state but multinational network of Sunni … continue reading »