Heeeerrrrre Rufus, Rufus, Rufus

PJ has an unreasonable, ridiculous, violent and down right insane aversion to dogs. If she sees one from across the street she’ll go plumb crazy. She’ll start jumping up and down flailing her arms like she’s standing on a bed of hot coals and can’t get off and then will start in with begging and quickly move onto screaming some unintelligible voodoo spell at the dog. It’s a real sight to behold.

But over the past few weeks, PJ has mentioned that she now likes dogs. OK, small dogs. But it is progress non-the-less. And just two days ago she actually asked for a dog. Albeit, a small dog. And just yesterday she played with a dog, her very own dog. Her very own small dog that she made up in her mind, and she named her Rufus. Yes, her Rufus. She spent a couple hours throwing a bone (CT’s balled up socks) to Rufus, taking Rufus for a walk, feeding Rufus and putting Rufus’ collar on and off. Rufus even slept in her bed and kept her warm last night.

This evening we are invited over to The Bickerons for a campfire with the kids and their dogs. I can’t wait to see if Rufus will be joining us or if we will be dragging our hysterical, head spinning, fire spitting, dog hating little girl back home early.

Anyone want to place a bet?

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