Pet Profile: Rudy

You may recall that, last month, Madd Dogg treated us all to a profile of her dog, Houston.

"Hmm," I thought after reading it, "don't I have a dog lying around here somewhere? And if so, shouldn't I do a pet profile as well?" At that point, I got distracted by something shiny and pretty much forgot about the whole thing.

Well, today, while walking to the kitchen to look for some snacks, I tripped over something. Whatever it was, it was warm, fuzzy, and weighed about 65 pounds. I picked myself up, dusted myself off, grabbed a handful of tortilla chips, and then went back to see what I had tripped over.

You guessed it: It was a dog. A golden retriever, to be more specific. My golden retriever, Rudy.


Rudy's greatest "talent" is -- as you can see from the picture -- his appearance. He is incredibly handsome.

His second-greatest talent is his ability to hold things between his paws, like the Texas Toast that he is holding in the picture above.

From there, Rudy's talents become a little more obscure. Let me put it this way: if you would say that it takes talent to eat, sleep, and run away from me (sometimes, dangerously close to cars), then Rudy's talents are manifest. In fact, he is probably one of the five most talented dogs West of the Mississippi.

Whatever his talents, we (Erin and I) love that dog. And we don't need fancy reasons why. If pressed, I'll give you one reason that Erin finds particularly compelling: "The bottoms of his paws smell like Corn Puffs."

Well said, Erin. Well said.