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...


Now that I’ve experienced my first Christmas I’m not only familiar with it but fascinated, too.  It’s one of those special times that makes me wonder how anyone could lose their fascination with it.

Pop was talkin’ ’bout this young man who did the preachin’ the other day at church (I have to stay home and watch the house while him and the missus go there) and how he focused on folks sometimes gettin’ so familiar with Jesus that they lose their fascination with the miracle of how He got here and why He left.

Pop took the topic a step further … continue reading »


I’m a smart dog.  Everybody knows that.  Pop tells me how smart I am all the time . . . ‘cept when I do somethin’ dumb.  I keep reminding them that I am still a puppy.

When it comes to philosophizin’, though I know about as much about that and psychology as I do about the flavors of quarks*.


*quark – An elementary particle and fundamental constituent of matter.  They combine to form sub-atomic composite particles such as protons & neutrons.  The six types of quarks are known as flavors.


Anyway, while Pop was readin’ about the sad situation up in Connecticut where … continue reading »

Why Christmas is for the Birds

The missus really likes birds.  Actually, she likes just about every kind of critter except roaches.  Her favorite birds are cardinals.  Pop’s favorite is the turkey but he likes the other ones, too (except for blue jays and crows).  They’ve put up bird feeders around the house and they especially like to watch the little black hats and those itty bitty hummingbirds on the porch.  I kinda like watchin’ ’em myself.

Anyway, Pop was mullin’ over Christmas stories to tell his Boy Scouts during his “Scoutmaster’s Minute” the other day when he remembered one that this fella, Paul Harvey, told on … continue reading »


The window sills at our house are about a foot off the floor which is a great height for me to rest my chin while surveying the front yard and street.  I like to bark at people, other dogs and the various things I see as they go by.  Pop has asked me what I’d do with the cars (or squirrels) I bark at, if I could actually chase one and catch it.  I never really gave it much thought.  I suppose barking at the things I see that are different and don’t seem to belong here is instinctive.  Pop … continue reading »


Pop has been a little, whatcha call, “pooky” lately.  His youngest daughter, Lindy, got married recently and he said he’s been waxin’ nostalgic ’bout stuff ever since.

He said he supposes walkin’ her down the aisle and havin’ that daddy-daughter dance at the reception is what did it.

I know he’s been thinkin’ a lot about his Boy Scouts, too, particularly the ones that are becoming Eagles this year and in the next few months.  He’s been hangin’ out with those boys for about a dozen years and had a hand in about 16 other Eagles, but the 6 guys that have … continue reading »