This is the moment where Rufio and I both realized we shouldn’t have complained about winter so much.
Happy 5th Birthday, Rufio!
I seriously can’t even imagine my life without this guy. We’re a duo, a two package deal, you take both of us or none of us. He’s moved to six different cities, drove up and down the east coast over a dozens time laying across my shoulders. He’s flown overseas, lived in small apartments, adjusted to being on his own and learned how to fend for himself while i’m working a dozen jobs. He deals with family, kids, cats, ex’s, and my obnoxious need to yell at the tv while gaming. I’ve been spoiled with having the most well trained, well rounded, and well behaved dog that i clearly don’t deserve. I can’t believe he’s five years old. I can’t believe that this runt me and my ex got on discount because he came with an extra toe due to his mutant gene has become the best part of my life. My little lost boy who graciously lets me stay in Neverland.
Rufio Megatron, we’re getting old dude. I love you.
Rufio hates turtleneck sweaters. The rest of the family didn’t get this memo on his Christmas list. He hates Christmas. He hates the world.
