June 27th 2006 11:15 pm
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As featured on www.cuteoverload.com Interview from Sparkster
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.
- 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...
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.
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.