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Rufus II

Italian Greyhound
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Home:Palo Alto, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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roofees, roobadoo, doofus, rufino, rufinator, Mr McDunkles

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

September 24th 2005

He likes snuggling and playing with toys. He has just learned how to unravel toilet paper rolls.

being woken up too early

Favorite Toy:
Iggy- his Iguana chew toy, kong and squeaky toys. When we're cleaning he likes to chase the broom or vacuum.

Favorite Food:
Anything chicken. He loves chicken like mom and dad, he even likes hot sauce.

Favorite Walk:
He loves the dog park because he gets to checkout the ladies

Best Tricks:
He can say his name 'Ruf', he knows where to potty and can sit, lay down, rollover, shake,stand and catch. We want to find out how to teach him backflips and frisbee. I think he may be a puppy genius

Arrival Story:
I actually found him on craigslist. I had been looking to adopt a small dog from the spca or a katrina rescue. I typed in italian greyhound in the search tab and was led right to him.

Everywhere Rufus goes he makes friends. It's amazing the way that he can put a smile on your face.

Forums Motto:
Rufus doozicon the destroyer

The Groups I'm In:
IGGLETS ROCK!, Palo Alto Pooches, Split Faced Pooches, The Iggy Club

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Peeing on belly

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 31st 2005 More than 10 years!

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Riding on the train

The Rufus office workout

June 27th 2006 11:15 pm
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As featured on Interview from Sparkster id_someone_say.html

S: Rufus, what are you training for right now?

R: Bark, bark, bark! *cough* *cough* Sorry, about that. I'm in deep training right now trying to drop some critical pounds in preparation for kicking some serious dog ass in the park.

S: Right, right. That Pit seemed to be, uh, "frontin'" the other day...

R: Homie, don't try to talk street. You sound like a jack ass. Anyway, you're talking about "Francis." He scraped the inside of my leg the other day and thinks he's a playah, but he ain't.

S: That's heavy. How are you training?

R: Oh, yeah... You're talking about the Rufus Program. The Program is rock solid! The Program is sound! See these muscles? See them!? Go ahead and squeeze! That's pure muscle, baby!

S: OK, I'm feeling like I need an adult here...

R: Whatever... Here's the program:

1. Maniacal Office Run
- Run around the office at breakneck speeds for no apparent reason.
Reps: 5/day

2. Prancing
- Take extra high steps to work those quads. Shows everyone else who's the dog (man). Also really important for those shorts endorsements.
Reps: All day

3. Garbage Can Stretch
- Stretch over a garbage can and put your head down as far as you can. Burn, baby, burn!
Potential Bonus: Snackables! Mmm...
Reps: 3/day

S: Impressive. So I noticed some iPod ear phones. Rufus, what's on your iPod?

R: It's called a dogPod. Anywho, Survivor is of course on heavy rotation. I'm also a big fan of Quiet Riot and some early Black Sabbath. Oh, and Britney... I'm *all* about Britney.

S: Great stuff! So what about these rumors about you and Ms. Champion Eclipse Envy O Sportingfield?

R: Look... We just had coffee. That's it! And in case you hear differently, I'm all man! Not that you will, because all we had was coffee.

R: This has been great, but I'm late for a meeting with my agent.

S: Uh, right. Thank you. Rufus.


My favorite thing about commuting is. . .

June 27th 2006 11:11 pm
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My dad takes me to work with him sometimes. We walk from our house to the train station and ride up to San Francisco. There are lots of spots I like to sniff on the way. One of my favorite spots to poop is at the courthouse lawn . . .especially when dad is in a rush. At the station I have to get into my carrier because it smells like my treats and it's warm inside. I am getting too big for that nowadays. Now I prefer sitting in dad's lap whenever possible, it is much more comfortable and I get to lick the nice smelling ladies who come to introduce themselves to me. Dad didn't want to let me do this because the man who collects tickets gives him a look. The conductor said that only service dogs can ride on the train with humans but dad says I am like Prozac, so I am medically approved.

When we ge to the city I get out of the bag and walk to work. Usually people ask me if I am a whippet, but I tell them I am straight Italian to the G. Well, usually it's my dad who says that, he knows what's up.

I get to go to South Park before work. I usually have to run the pigeons outta my space (I swear one day I am gonna catch one), check the trees for recent news, and then clock in.

I spend time supervising everyone in the office, making sure that they don't let anything too tasty go to waste,and do what working dogs do. And you may ask, how do I do all this and look so fabulous?

Well, daily naps (2-3 times daily recommended) can only do so much. More about my workout routine in my next post.

~Ciao, my babies.

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