Rufus' Reflections

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...



Pop has what he calls seasoned tickets for football games up where he went to college a long time ago.  (I just finished up my second go-around of puppy school and am feelin’ pretty smart myself.)

Anyway, Pop and the missus went up to Auburn on Saturday for a reunion with his old teammates from 1972.  He said it was really great to see so many guys there and even more special to be honored by the university.  Before the game they had the old team all sitting at tables lined up end to end where folks could stop by, shake … continue reading »


On Thursday I’ll be eight months old.  Pop says I’m gettin’ smarter every day.  I let everybody know early on that I’ve got some brains by fetchin’ the paper from the driveway every morning.

Pop said he wanted to make sure I became a good citizen, though, so me and the missus have been goin’ to classes to make sure I know how to act around other folks.  He said it’s real important to act right because that’s how people judge you.  Manners are important whether you’re canine or human.  Nothin’ good happens to you ’cause of how you feel, but … continue reading »

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 »