Play

Friends, I feel like I'm on top of the world!! I have learned to play and let me tell you, it's the best! I play with my mom/dad/boy and even my furry wirehair sister, who if you recall I thought was a wicked step sister. She's not, just old, 15 years old. But she still plays with me and lets me know when she's had enough..haha. I haven't learned yet tho when she says no more, she means it. Mom says we have big smiles on our faces when we are chasing each other around. I'm a bit clumsy tho with my big big feet. Any of you have that problem? But I amaze myself at how gentle I can be with them when pawing at Molly. I certainly don't want to crush her or anything! That would be just...oh, don't even want to think about that! Mom says I have the cutest play bow and play bark and that I shake my head like Stevie Wonder, who ever that is. I know before long me and Molly are gonna be best buds and I'm gonna love it.

I'm so happy in my furever home..look at that smile I have!

Such a Tease!

I spy a sku-a-whirl!! Oh yea, I'm gonna get me this one. I have that feeling. I know it's my lucky day!

Okay, he's laying low......he thinks he is hiding but I'm too good....I can spot him!

I know I saw that darn, pesky, chattering, fuzzy tailed squirrel here. I know I did!

"MOM! Make them stop!"

Those darn squirrels, I know they are laughing at me!

I Have a Boy!

My boy's name is Logan and he's 10 years old. Everyone is so excited for me. Can't wait til I realize how lucky I am. Can't wait til I run and play with Logan. Can't wait til I jump on his bed and sleep with him(hmm wonder if there'll be enough room in that twin bed for him). Can't wait to go on adventures with him. I just can't wait to be as excited about having a boy as you all are for me :) Oh timidness please go away sooooon!
Rudy

My Name

I have a name and it's Rudy. It wasn't always Rudy, nope, I've been called a variety of names. That nice vet in Henryetta that saw me at my worst and cleaned me up called me "Rusty", that's what the papers say anyway. Then a sweet woman from OK Airedale Rescue picked me up from the vet and named me Henry, cuz well, she picked me up from Henryetta. So I went by Henry for several weeks. Then I got adopted, how exciting is that? My dad,mom and the boy thought carefully about the perfect name for me. At first they thought Hershey. I'll admit, I am as SWEET as a chocolate bar, but I'm no Hershey. So then Lincoln came to mind because my pretty brown/copper fur is the color of a Lincoln penny and I'm mighty tall and lean just like Lincoln was. But that name was just too serious for a boy like me. Next came Sully. I kinda liked that one, I could relate...the family was thinking of that big blue monster on Monster's Inc. He wasn't scary, he was big and lovable and wanted to make people happy. But Rudy was the winning name. There were several reasons for this: #1 did you know my mom & dad are from way up north, a state called Indiana
#2 my dad was born/raised in South Bend and huge fan of Notre Dame #3 the movie Rudy. I, like Notre Dame Rudy, have beat many obstacles in life. We both overcame the odds. He had dyslexia, I was homeless. He was one of 14 kids, I was one of 12. We both made a 'team'. I'm so happy mom and dad put so much thought into my name. I can hear them cheering RU-DY RU-DY RU-DY, and it's for me!! They're proud of me for me. They love me for me. I will wear that name proudly :)
Thanks mom, dad and boy...
Oh this rambling was way too serious for me. I don't like getting all teary eyed and choked up. I promise the next one will be fun!

Home sweet home ?

Wow, what a ride this 8 months has been! I am 8 months old and have been through more than most old dogs have been, majority of it wasn't very good. But now, I have an owner! No, it's not written under my paw, I just know. I've been a very good boy they keep telling me. I'm just a big scaredy cat... there are so many noises, movements, things to get use to inside a home! I tell ya what, when the air conditioner kicks, oh my word....I jump out of my skin and run for the crate! Then I went nosing around and there was something they called the fireplace...well, it has a big airedale inside....yep, saw it with own eyes...and you guessed it, I jumped off the ground and ran. There is air shooting out of the ground in same places and that kinda freaks me out too. But on the other hand, home is nice. I get petted and told I'm pretty. I get fed real dog food and treats. Mom told me I'm very smart because I've already learned to sit and stay for meals and treats :) yay for me. The scariest thing in my home is my wicked furry step-sister. She is tiny but fierce, just look at her! She's the one with white fur, I'm the big handsome one with brown/black fur. But....even with these drawbacks, I think I love it here!