through the viewfinder: atomic dog

It's been over a week since I posted a Rufus picture.  It's time.  Photographed with Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens, and Kodak Duaflex

So, ever so slowly, Rufus is coming along. 

Last week, I took Rufus back to the vet for another check-up.  He's gained a pound, his ears are all cleared up, and he's generally doing well.  At one point during the (clearly unpleasant) examination, Rufus just lay down quietly on the table.

"Oh, he shuts down, I see," said the vet.

"Dude, he's like that ALL. THE. TIME," I responded.  "My husband calls him 'Dishrag,' 'cause he just LAYS THERE.  I've never seen a puppy so quiet.  He doesn't move.  And if you pick him up, he just lies down.  It took three days before we even saw him wag his tail once."

"Yeah," said the vet, "he probably had a rough little life.  Just keep being gentle with him.  He'll come around."


On Saturday, it rained all day, so we were all housebound.  Rufus just slept all day.  But on Sunday?

On Sunday, the sun came out.  And this dog plum LOST HIS MIND.  He BOUNDED, people.  He saw me pick up the leash and he RAN to the door.  I clipped it to his collar, Alex took the leash and the dog BOLTED, dragging her along behind him.  He pranced.  He wagged.  He played tug-of-war.  He was a whole different animal.

Oh yes.  He's coming along.

Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo yippee-yay.


SongAtomic dog by George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic