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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…

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…

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…