The Rufus Council on Physical Fitness
His whole life, Rufus was a swelt dog
Uh, no not really. Until his body caught up with him, he looked anorexic
Then he filled out like he should have
Then he started getting chunky in the winter
I won't tolerate fat bassets in my house
Just one fat person
Rufus and Angel went on diet doggie food
But since a wee thing, Rufus was taught to use the treadmill
He loved walking on the treadmill
He would try to get on it before I could
When I shut it off, he would diligently sit and make eye contact for his treat (which he got on a sometimes, always, never basis).
Angel can't figure out the attraction
She tries to get on the wrong end
But Rufus figured it out
See?

My name is Rufus. 

3 comments:
Way to go, Rufus! We love the sweatband!
Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch
That is so cool! He's moving at a pretty fast pace, too. Sweatband is funny.
love & wags,
River
The expression on Rufus' face looks a lot like many long suffering humans who force themselves on the treadmill for good, but not necessarily fun, reasons.
He did really rock those sweatbands though.
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