This is the Doofus. Rufus T. Doofus that is.
Rufie came into my life in late 1998 in Norco, CA. A wonderful young lady (ha!) that I worked with (I was her boss) knew that I had a Great Dane and thought I might want another. She told me about a guy in tech support that was trying to save a Great Dane from going to the pound. He was living in a small apartment on the third floor of a no-pets-allowed apartment building with his wife, 2 month old child and 2 y.o. Great Dane named Rufus. He took in Rufus from his loser cousin that was planing a move to Montana. The cousin was just planing to drop Rufie at the dog pound on his way out of town.
Instead of being my typical long-winded self I’ll just leave it as I ended up with the dog and the girl. (She later became my wife.)
Woo hoo! A comment. (It’s so quiet around here I have to comment on my own articles.)