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rufus, or ruf-ruf, or ruf-boy

rufus and myself have been enjoying some long walks around pilsen, and in the process, he has taught me a thing or two.

the first time i went to chris and melissa's place to take him out, he started to bark at me and make violent movements and noises. i got scared. in the hallway, i composed myself and remembered that i had a pair of balls, and that i had to use them. i walked in,  and said "step back" in a stern voice. to my surprise, he did. i have had my balls in their place ever since. thank you rufus, for reminding me of the existence and location of my gonads, and their usefulness when trying to live my life in a proper manner.

later i found out that rufus always gets nervous around people with sunglasses or hats. i happened to be sporting both at the time he barked at me.

rufus has also reminded me of the pleasure of canine company. having lived for three years with two small dogs that were the right and left hand of the devil, reducing me to their bodily fluids maid and chewing toy (with my ex in the background saying that i was being dramatic), i didn't want to have anything to do with dogs. ever. yet, i did find myself missing the idea of a dog. walking rufus has been an experience in contemplative meditation at its best. he walks, explores, moves on. he also shits bigger poops than me, and is ready to run provided that i start doing so.

i can also return him home to his parents, which is invaluable training for when i have nephews or nieces: i have fun with them for a few hours, and return them when they are hungry/tired/cranky and forget the whole thing.

thank you again, ruf-boy.