Rufus’ Reflections

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…

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

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…

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…

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…

Like most other dogs, I’m a sniffer.  You folks just don’t know how many other smells are out there wafting around in the breeze.  I can…

Although this blog is normally reserved for Rufus’ rants, I decided to commandeer the keyboard for a posting that, due to timing, merits consideration. This past…

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…

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…

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…

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…