The Shiny New Kennell Was a Trick!

The shiny new kennel was a trick.  I am not even kidding.  It sat in Rachel's room all weekend loaded with my favorite pillow, a kong and my giant, green weiner dog that I've had forever (I don't even really like that creepy thing.  It keeps following me from home to home and I'm not sure where it came from in the first place.  It smells funny.) 

I digress.

So the new kennell, it looks great.  Black, fancy, just the right size ... TO KEEP ME LOCKED IN ALL DAY!!!!  That's right!  Mom was just waiting for a weak moment and WHAM!  She got me! 

Today seemed like every other day!  I woke Rachel up, Mom fed me and let me outside, then I went back to bed.  But things just didn't seem right.  First, Rachel didn't stay in bed.  She showered and got dressed  ... and so did Caitlyn.  Where was everyone going? 

That's when it happened!  Mom lured me back to Rachel's room with an on-so-temptingly-delicious peanut-butter-filled Kong (how does she DO that?!?!?) but I caught on quick!  Uhhhhh .... Wait Mom!  I have to peeeee ! REALLY REALLY bad!.  So I wandered around the back yard, and wandered, and wandered some more.  Until Mom was tapping her foot, and tapping her watch, and mumbling something I probably don't understand anyway ...

And then SHE PICKED ME UP!!  Oh!!  The shame!!  (She knows I am a strong and capable dog!  Why would she humiliate me like this!!  What if Molly were watching from behind a tree?!?!?)

I was promptly plopped into said "shiny new kennel" and left ... for six solid hours ... like some car-jacking thief!  How could she?!?  She turned the radio on, thinking that it would leave me company, but it just sat there mocking me as if to remind me of all the people who were free to roam the world while I was stuck in my four square feet of humiliating captivity!


FINALLY, Mom came home. She immediately took me outside, then for a car ride, then gave me a treat and scratched just the right spot for like 30 minutes! 

Did I mention how much I love my new family?!?!?  Kennel???  What kennel?

Two-paw hugs,

Rudy

Ahhh the Life!

Life is good. 

Went to the Vet.  Dr. Jenny says I'm perfect.  But then again, I knew that.  Met my brother from another mother, Lazarus.  All the ladies there love me - can you blame them?

Went for a walk around the 'hood.  People kept stopping us.  I know they were asking for my autograph, but my bouncer (aka Mom) just let them pet me one at a time.  We decided it would be a good idea to just start a Facebook Fan page.  That way I could keep in touch with all my adoring fans without them trampling each other like those crazy soccer people!  {"like" me!!  Ruettiger Stroh the Incredi-dog}

Decided to start a little home remodeling project. Her carpet is a nightmare, so while everyone was out this morning, I began by tearing it up .... with my teeth.

Did I mention I got a shiny new kennel too?

From Wishbone to Ruettiger - Seriously, What Just Happened?

Yesterday I woke with a new name ... Ruettiger.  Seriously.  I went to bed Wishbone (A nice name, I'll admit, and appropriate given the shape of my two back legs-absent-paws, backside and stumpy tail) and woke up Ruettiger.  My new family keeps telling people it has something to do with some movie about a kid who ends up playing for Notre Dame.  As long as he is super strong  and handsome like me, I can deal with it.  So now I'm Ruettiger ... Rudy, for short, and I have a new family. Confused?  Welcome to my world.

It all began Tuesday morning.   It seemed like any old day.  I woke up.  Stretched.  Rolled over.  Passed a little gas. Nothing new.  But something was up.  Shannon, my foster mom was looking at me funny.  Smiling, but a sad smile.  I wasn't even playing the I-may-have-only-two-paws-but-I'm-too-stinkin'-cute card yet, so what was up???  Did I swallow too much white rice and was she waiting for me to blow up like I read about on that e-mail last week??? (She always forgets to close her e-mail).


It kept on.  We went to work at the animal shelter and they were giving me treats like I was walking death row.  I WASN'T WALKING DEATH ROW, WAS I?!?!?!?!?  (No, I was pretty sure I wasn't because Shannon gave me a bath, surely they don't care if you smell like you rolled in cat poo if you are walking the green mile.)  They were all still smiling.  My foster Mom brought my bed from home.  My toys.  My Kong ...actually, all my Kongs. My wheelchair.  My leads.  More treats.  (Does my tummy hurt?)  Why is everyone being so nice?

That's when my new family showed up.  They pushed lots of pieces of paper over the couter and smiled a lot.  I got still more treats. The next thing I knew, I was in the back seat of a strange car  holding all my stuff.  I flexed my muscles a lot at Rachel, my new sister.  She was impressed.  She kept calling me Incredi-dog.  She'll do.

First we stopped at this store full of dog toys, food, bowls, beds and all kids of animal stuff.  It totally freaked me out!  There were dogs everywhere and I was certain that they were all completely intimidated by the fact that I have super-canine strength and have evolved to the point of only needing two paws.  (It can be quite embarassing, in fact, as many will wet themselves in awe.)  I felt it was best that I escape the situation as quickly as possible to save them as much of their dignity as I could, so I let Mom do the shopping while Rachel and I went back to the car.

Then I took a nap while Mom drove us home ... and we arrived just in time for all those treats to kick in!!!  Did I mention I now have a great big yard?  Well, I marked my territory in a BIG BAD way! Many times!! 

So here I am.  Ruettiger.  Rudy.  I have two new sisters and a new Mom and Dad.  They are very impressed by my super-canine strength and agility.  My new neighbors are quickly learning this as well as we are taking daily cruises with the wheels (you might call it a wheel chair for dogs, I think that sounds cheesy) so I can let all the girl dogs in the neighborhood see me. 

Time for some push ups and a nap!

Rudy