« rufus the schnoodle* »
Photographed with Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens.
After extensive observation -- watching him play, eat, bark, chew various items of footware (including my very favourite shoes - you know the ones? the olive green pumps that gave great toe cleavage? not that I'm bitter) -- we have come to the conclusion that Rufus is not the labradoodle we were led to believe he might be.
Instead -- and I think this evidenced by that eminent veterinary scientist, Dr. Google -- we are now of the belief that Rufus might actually be ...
... a schnoodle.
Photographed with Nikon D300, 35mm lens.
Further evidence here. And here. And especially here.
All I need is to find a photograph of one with an olive green Bandolino pump hanging out of his mouth, and I think my case will have been made.
Not that I'm bitter.
*not actually based on anything in fact.
Song: Shake your body down to the ground by The Jacksons, featuring Michael Jackson. My first concert ever in life was at age 11, and it was to see the Jacksons, at the Arena Theatre in Houston. We sat close enough to the stage that Michael actually reached out and touched my hand (!!), and The Jacksons sang this song for about 15 to 20 minutes straight. To this day, I cannot hear this song without throwing my hands in the air, getting up, and shakin' what my momma gave me. For those of you who are so inclined, and in honour of his music, I invite you all to turn it up with me at some point during the day and do the same.
Rest in peace, Michael. For all your weirdness, the truth is that music, of all kinds, in all genres, is all the better because of you.
Friday, June 26, 2009 at 12:00AM
Reader Comments (27)
Karen. Let's Dance! Let's Shout! Let's remember the times.
The close ups of Rufus and your Jackson nostalgia are making me teary eyed this morning. I listen to Jackson during my commute this morning.
RIP green Bandolino pump.
I am so jealous you were able to see him live! I am GREEN!!!! I just downloaded the song and I am going to drive my kids crazy playing Michael songs all day. I actually got weepy looking at his live performance of Man in the Mirror at the Grammys. Such a moving performance.
Now, for that dog and chewing your shoe...hell to the NO he did NOT!!
Within a month of when we brought him home, our kitten Oscar peed in my slipper.
Lawdy, I could not believe how mad I got! Shearling wool, leather soles. Not washable.
It took all the sons and the husband of the house to talk me out of taking the animal to the shelter.
But he never did it again. I guess his territory was established.
Now he's sleeping on the cushion on the shelf by the window, which has been his bed for almost 14 years.
The slipper was taken to a shoe repair shop. The report came back that the man behind the counter laughed at the story, but he was able to get the smell out.
Still, I wore those slippers with socks ever after, which defeats the purpose of having a quik-on/quik off foot covering.
Nowadays, I make sure I buy slippers which can be run through the laundry.
While I am sure that Michael Jackson has done some great songs and the world will not be the same without him in it, my heart still flutters remembering my adolescent crush on Jermaine Jackson. There was too much emphasis on the youngest of the JACKSON 5.
Although I never got to attend any of their concerts. Lucky You....
At least Rufus knows a good pair of shoes when he sees one, Labradoodle or Schnoodle, whatever he may be.
I listened to Jacko's songs all last night in his honor. I do love to give a good shake to Billie Jean. ;)
For all your weirdness, the truth is that music, of all kinds, in all genres, is all the better because of you.
Very, VERY well said.
As for your Schnoodle ..... he has the same nose that my Zack (a schnauzer) does. Adorable!
My parents had a schnoodle puppy when I was born. Freddie and I grew up together, until he died when I was nine years old. He was a great dog, almost more of a sibling than a pet, so smart and deeply gentle. He actually saved the life of one of the neighbor kids once, barking his head off when he noticed that Alan, then 18 months, had toddled out of his house and into the street. Schnoodles are good dogs.
I'm listening to MJ right now. He was a mystery in many ways and did some extremely unsettling things but I don't know of another musician who could make the entire world FEEL their music the way he did. He was an artistic genius.
Ok....now to the part where I squeal with delight at the thought of MJ touching your hand!! OMG! Really?! You're kidding me right?
"Rest in peace, Michael. For all your weirdness, the truth is that music, of all kinds, in all genres, is all the better because of you."
you put that PERFECTLY!!!
Yep, he does look like a Schnoodle! I can tell that you're totally not holding a grudge about the shoes. heehee.