Happy birthday, Roo!

Five years ago yesterday, our squishy, fluffy, doofy Rufus was born.

("Whurs ma cake, lady?")

For those of you who don't know his story, he was born to a purebred Boston Terrier in a puppy mill in Cleveland, OH. The lady had been charged once already with animal hoarding, was told that she could no longer own animals, and all of her animals were removed from her property. When they went back a few months later, there were dead horses on her property covered with some tarp and manure, and she had a bunch more dogs, all in puppy-mill-style cages. Rufus's momma was rescued and there were no male dogs on the premises so no one knew what the puppies were mixed with. Rufus, his mother, brother, and sister were all taken in by Midwest Boston Terrier Rescue.

A few months later, Andy and I were trolling petfinder.com, fell in love with Rufus's sister, and sent in our application. Rufus's sister had been adopted a few days before our app went in, so we were told if we'd like we can pick between the two remaining males ("do you want the hyper one or the non-hyper one?").

On New Year's Day 2009, a very hungover Andy and a very excited me drove to Cleveland to pick up "Bo."

("I needs cake! I'm a angel!")

Rufus has been through a lot with us. Two moves, one baby, Stella passing away...he is my constant shadow and a wonderful furbaby. We love you, Roody Poody! Happy Birthday!

Remember, friends, OPT TO ADOPT! Rescues rule (not that I'm biased or anything).