I don't know what happened Saturday night, but Jen was running all over, just a hootin' and ahollerin' about something. She had bought that morning a really cute hat, kind of a beret, and I must say she did look quite fetching . . . for a human and all. Anyway, I don't know if that was the cause for all the silliness. I wonder why Jen bought that hat; in fact, I wonder why humans buy any clothes at all. And not just one outfit, but they buy many clothes, and look different everyday! They also take baths just about every day. Four times a year is four times too many for me. I just don't get it. And going to a special room to answer the call of nature-don't they know how much easier it is just to squat any old place and do what you need to do? So weird!!
Anyway, my name is Rufus. I am a 20 lb. pomeranian mix (very handsome) with red hair and dark eyes. My eyes are really brought out by the black streak of hair on the side of my face. I like romantic walks to the convenience store, and laying belly-up on the couch. Check out my profile on e-harmony, or check my MySpace.
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Sooooo, when do we get to see the beret?
Was it a rasberry beret? You know? The kind that you find in a second hand store?
[gonna feel like a real dufus if i'm the only one who knows that song]
What song? That's a song? So you want to see the beret? I'll ask my owner (the girl formerly known as Princess) to send you a picture when she's done partying like it's 1999.
Have you seen a picture of her Little red Corvette? I get to ride in it a lot. Sweet.
:) LOL
Good boy Rufus!
Too funny!
...this whole dog-sitting-at-the-computer-writing-blogs thing still really scares me. Its keeping me up at night...
tk, to quote a good friend, "Fret not."
Maybe your'e unconscoiusly jealous that none of your pets type. That might be what's keeping you up at night. You might want to see a therapist and explore that.
In the meantime, fret not!
Yeah, Tony. It's really pretty sad that Roadie can't type, and that my brother's hermit crab can! How depressing for your cat.
Hermit crabs rule! :)
...Ok, first of all, Roadie is losing his mind. He thinks pooping in the kitty litter box means, "If I can see it, then I must be in it..." so he poops on the floor right by the box EVERY TIME...
secondly... I'm already in counseling...
Tony--
(Roadie thoughts)
Just because you SEE a counselor doesn't mean you're IN counseling. :)
Counselling, cat poop, reality vs. actuality, it's all about quantum physics.
To anyone in counselling OR seeing a counselor, what do you make of this: the other night I fell asleep with this thoght running through my head: "Today was a thumb."?
Katie... I must say... that was good. It made me laugh.
Jen, I once had a recurring thought through my head, "Why's it always the door?"
That was unexplainable. I don't know what to say...
Regarding the harmonica, Rufus...
What keys can you play in?
Oh, and how are your chromatic chops?
If you can get "Isn't She Lovely" down, we need to talk.
$$$
Well, here's a sad thing. Rufus gets more comments on his dog blogs than most humans ever get!
And TK and JenM, I'm a bit worried about you both and your obsessions with these unlabelable (is that a word? and did I just label the unlabelable?) thoughts. Maybe you both need to be IN counseling. Ha!
But you have to be IN the money to be IN counseling, and then you get another problem entirely. (It goes like this: SEE money. SEE money go. No longer IN the money. No longer IN counseling.)
Scott, I pay in the key of canine. Stevie wonder's just too good and complex for me. I'll keep practicing, though.
And I really prefer pork chops to any other kind of chops.
To all reading, I specify that I am Rufus the dog since my name causes no end of trouble for my owners, being that Rufus the man is a well-known and beloved accountant at their church. This is especially problematic when someone innocently asks, "Is Rufus potty-trained?" or something of that nature.
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