Monday, July 13, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: Scaried-up Yard

Rufus: Just Saying: Scaried-up Yard
13 July 2015

Mom and DadPeople have been very busy with the  RemodelPeople. Apparently getting rid of a black toilet where MomPeople says anacondas hang out requires a Lot of tearing apart. I can tear stuff apart, but I am not invited. Not fair. 

Meanwhile my yard has been invaded by the torn out Scary Toilet. AND a more scary thing called a bath tub. This sucker is deep! Deeper than my wading pool. It’s for dirty people to get in and put a LOT of water in. That’s how People get the mud off their paws.  

Habitat ReStore is coming to take the toilet and the tub and other torn-out stuff away in a couple of days.  Meanwhile I have to keep DadPeople busy, away from the bathtub in case DadPeople thinks with all the rain we’ve had has filled up Scary Tub, and I should get in and clean all my great mud off. Too deep. Too scary. 

MomPeople’s grandparents had an outside privy up in the mountains of Arizona. MomPeople  said there were a lot of Daddy Long Legs spiders in the privy. I’m getting really concerned about this toilet thing. I don’t see any spiders around the torn-out toilet in our yard, but that could be because of the anaconda. Are the People replacing the anaconda toilet with a spider toilet? Why don’t People just go in the fields like me? 

Anyway. I’ll be glad when the tub is gone away and my nice yard is pretty again. Okay, the real reason I want my yard cleaned up is because it’ll be easier to chase chipmunks if they can’t hide under the tub, behind the shower doors, under the trailer, and maybe in the toilet!

Rufus and the waterfall turtle, waiting.

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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: Paying for Your Thrills

Rufus: Just Saying: Paying for Your Thrills
30June 2015

Me. after much fun digging in the mud. 

But humans bathe when they get dirty, and DadPeople thought so should I. 

It was a hot day, and the water felt kind of good. 

For a minute, and then DadPeople pulled the shampoo out from under the towel!!!
And then you get dried. Really, DadPeople?  

Just call me Sister Mary Rufus. 

Rufus, the clean pup waiting for another muddy day. 

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: ##$$%%^Cellphone AKA Satan

Rufus: Just Saying: ##$$%%^Cellphone AKA Satan
16 June 2015

MomPeople is all fired up. She’s having a war with DadPeople’s cellphone. Which she now calls Satan. She was screaming at it this morning. MomPeople needs to go for a walk like we did on Sunday. Very peaceful with lots of good smells.  

MomPeople’s war with the #$%$%^%^ Cellphone started when MomPeople said they had to take the #$%%^$ cellphone to the phone store because the battery wouldn’t hold a charge.  If the battery died, they might miss a call from the contractor who is going to get rid of the black/anaconda toilet? I know about the toilet thing, but this battery stuff is a mystery. I wasn’t real worried since there wasn’t any mention of the phone eating my treats.

Except going to the phone store meant DadPeople and MomPeople left the house, and all I had to do was watch ESPN. I missed hours of being Outside with DadPeople and taking care of my chipmunk tracking. 

When they got home they did what the phone lady said. And then that night, about 1:30 AM (or as MomPeople said, “O-freaking-#%$%$^^%- dark hundred”)  the phone started buzzing.  Not like this bee. Which you have to be careful of when you get nose close, because they can get mad and sting.  

The #$$%^% phone  buzzed and vibrated. DadPeople slept through it, but MomPeople got up and mashed at the $#$%%^ phone screen, pressed buttons, then gave up and closed it up in a room where no one could hear it. 

It was still buzzing when DadPeople and I woke up. So I missed another morning of chipmunk tracking while Mom and DadPeople went back to the Phone Store for more help with the $%%$^% phone, rhymes with Wamwung. 

When they got home, the $#%%$^%$ phone seemed to be okay until later in the afternoon. Then it started buzzing again. All of a sudden, while it was in DadPeople’s back pocket. When it does that, there’s supposed to be another People who wants to talk to DadPeople, and he holds the phone up to his face. But there wasn’t, and it wouldn’t quit buzzing. 

MomPeople said at least the $%#%$^%^ phone was buzzing instead of ringing, which was  because Satan-phone once again decided on its own to turn off the ringer.

This morning it started burping, which seems to be the same as ringing. Again, no one wanted to talk to DadPeople, and the #$%$%%$^ phone now known as Satan by MomPeople, wouldn’t shut up. It got quiet again, and now it’s making a sound like hiccups!! MomPeople may be right about the Satan thing. 

I’m worried about MomPeople. She needs to take a deep breath and think of the rolling pastures and pretty chicory flowers we saw out at White Hall.  (And pay no attention to the bee in the photo, even if they buzz like the Satan phone.)  


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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: Pup in a Strange Land

Rufus: Just Saying: Pup in a Strange Land
10 June 2015

Yesterday morning we had a kind of scary walk in the fields. The weeds that had grown me-high were missing, and those big round things I hadn’t seen since last fall were back! 

Because I am in charge of guarding my People, I barked and barked at the big round things. 

And then I got up close and inspected them. 

And then I peed on them, so they knew who was in charge. 

Speaking of peeing. MomPeople is late with my blog because she and DadPeople are very busy with a house project. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, but they are remodeling their bathroom. Which NikkiCat tells me is a room not just for yucky wet baths, but also for peeing. Since I get into a lot of trouble for peeing in the house, I think it’s because I don’t have my own ‘bathroom’. 

Nikkicat said he heard MomPeople say they HAD to get rid of the old black toilet (a People pee-place) because anacondas live in black toilet bowls, and she was tired of shining a flashlight in the toilet bowl. Boy, do I get that! 
And boy am I glad I don’t pee in a bathroom. I can always see if there’s anything snaky around when I pee! Which just goes to prove how dogs are smarter than People. 


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Sunday, May 31, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: Hidden Frog and Sunday Stroll

Rufus: Just Saying: Hidden Frog and Sunday Stroll 
31 May 2015
Pretty busy week! 

Sydney’s MomPeople, (Syd is my friend who comes to walk with me in the fields.) brought DadPeople a prize for the waterfall (or as DadPeople calls it- ‘the salmon run.’) It’s a frog. Not the kind you catch and then they jump and scare you. This one is made of metal. See if you can find it by the waterfall. Clue:it’s black and hides in the weeds.

The rest of the week while I dug and dug in the mud, Mom and DadPeople worked on the driveway. I didn’t know until too late they were stuffing something just like mud in cracks!!! I managed to leave a paw print or two, but I was very good and didn’t dig the ‘mud’ out of the seams again.

So by today, everybody was ready for a nice stroll. We went out to White Hall park, my old favorite. I kept very busy checking in the fields for … everything.   

Then it was time to go home, but Mom and DadPeople got excited. They saw this flower along the pasture fence. They made a big fuss about it looking like a dangerous outer space alien!

 (Note small bee ‘extra-terrestrial’ clinging to the mother ship’.)    

 I checked. It wasn’t edible. It’s Field Thistle. So what was the big deal? It was time to get back to cookies and a big bowl of water. Sometimes People are hard to walk. They get so distracted. 


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Saturday, May 23, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: My Week

Rufus: Just Saying: My Week
23 May 2015

 We have lots of flags around our house. VERY nice. This Memorial Day Weekend is special because of special people who put service before self, like MomPeople’s Dad who was a Marine Colonel who served in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. MomPeople’s sister was an officer in the U.S. Army, like their grandfather. And Mom and DadPeople’s friend Rex is a retired Navy Captain. (He belongs to beautiful labs Gillie and Angie.) 

I was very busy this week. DadPeople was busy in the garden and stuff, so he couldn’t help me chase chipmunks. MomPeople was busy with writing, but not my blog, so I’m not sure why she wasn’t out chasing chipmunks with me 
I saw my second turtle this week. This time I was very brave and did not flinch when he moved his head. I had my nose Very close. That’s how brave I was. Although MomPeople said something I’m not sure about. She said she was glad this turtle was not a snapping turtle, or he would have gotten my nose. I run after chipmunks and snap at them, but I haven’t bitten any noses. And so far I haven’t seen any sign that turtles run and chase dawgs.  

And we had rain. Which makes me happy. Lots of lovely thick trees and bushes to hunt through. Birds share my outdoor water bowl (MomPeople calls it a bird bath. Right.) And the fields where we walk have weeds almost as high as MomPeople is tall!!!   

But that’s not all. Look what the rain left in middle of a plant in the garden! I didn’t even try to eat it.


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Thursday, May 14, 2015

Turtle, Turtle, WATER FEATURE!

Rufus: Just Saying: Turtle, Turtle, WATER FEATURE? 
14 May 2015 

The other morning on our way to walk in the fields, DadPeople showed me this rock on the driveway. But it wasn’t a rock! 
I bent down to sniff, and it grew a head and legs! I jumped up and away!  
It was a turtle. But that can’t be right. I’ve seen the turtles in the front garden. A big cement sea turtle and the little plastic spitter guy in the fountain. Neither of them moves their heads or legs. I think. 

Speaking of the turtles in the front garden. You should see what my DadPeople made for our turtles.  Before I adopted Mom and DadPeople, MomPeople made this fountain out of a big pot and the little spitter turtle who keeps the water moving. 

But DadPeople, who is very talented (I help him), took out the old fountain and made a new ‘water feature’. I’m not sure about this ‘Water Feature’ thing. Sounds too much like a bath. 

First DadPeople took out the old fountain. 

Then he put in a bunch of parts like little wading pools. 

DadPeople put in rocks that you can’t eat. Disappointment. 

He put the spitter turtle at the bottom of the water fall, but the turtle is not spitting. Some kind of super pump makes the water go up to the top after it runs down to the turtle! 

Last the DadPeople put in plants. Plants are okay; grass is better. I like grass, but I don’t eat plants in general. 
Don’t say anything to MomPeople but the front garden looked kind of raggedy until DadPeople put in the ‘Water Feature.’ Looks pretty good, huh? Mom and DadPeople like to sit on the glider and listen to it. ??? I don’t hear the turtle barking or anything. People are weird.  
DadPeople said something about getting salmon to spawn up the water fall. But I think that might be a joke.  
The goldfinch and I are sticking with the bird bath ‘water feature’, the kind we can drink from. Or dunk your tail in if you’re a little bird.