Rufus's Last Words...

...before he gets kicked out of the house might very well be "Mmmm...tasty!"

Last night, I was in my best friend from high school's wedding. I wore my high heel strappy sandal thingies, my go-to pair of shoes for formal events that require strappy heels. It took me a long time to find these shoes, and I liked them because, even though they were uncomfortable, they didn't look like the Sunday-church-shoes I wore in 6th grade.



Now, Rufus may be a doofus, but he has always known what he can and cannot consider chew-toys. He has never chewed on furniture, pillows, books, etc. He instead focused his destructive energies on demolishing tennis balls and stuffies in a matter of seconds.

Until now.



I was doing homework this morning and heard the familiar rip of teeth on stitching and thought, "Uh, oh. Rufus doesn't have any stuffies at the moment. I better go see what that is..."

Hiding behind the office chair did not save Rufus from the wrath of now-shoeless-mom.



Luckily, I am a firm believer in positive reinforcement, and after I screeched my rage and waved my destroyed heel in Rufus's face, I simply threw them away. Rufus better not take a bite out of Andy's shoes, though, if he wants to preserve his life.

On a positive note, Rufus came to work with me on Monday. My coworkers are all dog people and Rufus was spoiled and well-loved.

Brittany of Newark's WILD KINGDOM

This has been one wild week for us here in N'erk. First, there was the turtle that I rescued...

You can't see me, scary camera lady. I iz hiding.



You may have to blow it up to see him better. He was an odd duck, er, turtle. Rather than a cute little turtle beak, he had a crocodile snout. His shell was soft and flimsy. One of his eyes was blue (blind). He was just sitting alongside the road, and I bravely (turtles are GERMY!) picked him up and moved him to the creek. It was scurry!! He was wiggling his little turtle legs, and I didn't want to break his shell.

He looked more like a prehistoric swamp creature. (Side note: I just happened to think...I don't like the word prehistoric...what is pre-history? Isn't that history, too? Anyways, here's the photo)



Then, I fell in LOOOOOOVE! With a goat.

Meet Oreo.

See that grass over there? On the other side? It looks greener.



Andy's brother got his kiddos a goat (one of his students from school gave it to him...the goat, not the kids). He dropped the goat off at his parents' farm. Which means, I may get shared custody!!! (jk) I never considered myself a goat person until Oreo. He loves people, he's got the cutest little goat nose, and he thinks he's a dog.

He bleats when cars come and go (such a good watch-goat). They are sad little pathetic cries that make me want to scoop him up and take him home with me as I drive down the driveway.

Please! Take me on a car ride!



I thinks I haz goat fever...



I want a GOAT (sung to the tune of (I'm On A BOAT!)

They're Really Pimpin' Now

Stella and Rufus got new collars this week, thanks to the quick and wonderful work of 3 Pooches!



The one I got for Rufus is no longer Rufus's. We gave it to our friend Winnie, because apparently (according to Andy, anyways) manly dogs like Rufus (*cough*) don't wear polka dots. Which means, I get to buy another collar for Rufus. Oh darn.



I love my new collar so much, I could eat (in) it!



I love my new collar so much, I could take a nap in it!



Oh, yeah, and Rufus learned a lesson today. Never wake Stella up from said naps. Note the EYEBALLS OF FEAR.

FAIL

Wow. I'm majorly sad right now. I realize that mourning doves are a dime a dozen, but I'm an animal lover. (Okay, so I may not like birds up close, but still...) Last night, when I was watching a movie, I checked on the birdie only to find a cat trying to reach through the cage to get to it. I scared the cat away and put bricks in front of the cage door.

This morning, I went out to get bird seed, and walked right back into my house. That stupid cat got my bird! Feathers and blood on my porch and Stella's old cage and on the blanket inside. I'm grossed out and a bit sick to my stomach. What makes my stomach really churn is that the cat had to have pulled the bird through the skinny wires in the cage. Blech. I hate thinking about animals in pain. Grrrrr!

I just wonder if had I let free, would it have had a better chance against the multitude of stray and feral critters in the area? *sad sigh*

Shame On Rufus!

This is bad. Real bad. Worse than rolling in poo. Rufus has really done it this time. Perhaps all of his practice with fetch has improved his speed and agility. Either way, he is in TROUBLE!

Rufus's Victim:



Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Rufus caught a bird. He also ripped its tail feathers out and bit it on the head. I caught him with the poor thing pinned to the ground fluttering frantically to get away. I think it is a mourning dove. Right now, the bird is in a dog crate on my front porch. Andy said to shoot it. I said no. I will call the Ohio Division of Wildlife come Monday when they are open.

Every now and then, its mate flies down onto our porch and walks around the cage, cooing to its partner...breaks my heart, especially since these guys are monogamous.

That's right, mister! You put on that sad/guilty face. You are GUILTY AS CHARGED!



After Rufus's bird-catching incident, we went inside for portraits...

...and had some major FAILS!

You is squishin' me, Lady!



I lick you in the face for squishin' me.



OMG gimmetreats!



Nom Nom



Grrrrrrrreat Success!



With Stella's session, there were some minor FAILS on the part of the operator...



But, ultimately, Stella is perfect...



Why you not rub mah belly, lady?



Rufus got right to work keeping an eye out for more prey.



Aaaaaaand...this is my newest infatuation...

I Can't Stop Pulling Up This Blog Post

And laughing.

Bogie is the cutest and funniest pug I have EVER seen!

You have to click on the two pictures to make them big. Give that dog a knife and fork...he looks like he could use 'em!

I have another picture of a HILARIOUS dog I'll have to put up here later because it's on my work computer. It'll be up tomorrow.

I cannot take credit for this photo. It was a dog up for adoption at Midwest Boston Terrier Rescue, where we got Rufus.

Going 'Blue'

So, in addition to going green, Stella and Rufus have decided to go blue, too. "Why?" you may ask. Sue over at The Portugese Water Blog is why. Check out her blog to find out more!

Always the drama queen, Stella had to play it up.

Oh, the HUMANITY!



Uh, 'scuse me, lady, but I think you better come take a look at this. My chew toy is having a nervous breakdown.



Rufus, she'll be fine.

Well, I guess this can't be worse than the Christmas sparkling reindeer antlers.



The end result...



All this posing makes Roo a sleepy boy.