Ruuuuuudy

I realized I have probably never done a post on Rudy. And that, my friends, is long overdue.

Rudy is my dog. He is a Yorkshire Terrier, and in September he will be 5 years old. He is a big dog, with a big personality, in a little dog body. He is absolutely not a silly, frilly, yappy kind of little dog. (okay, he's a little silly.) Instead, he is a rough, tough, approximately 13 pounds of awesome. He is the kind of awesome that makes big dog people little dog people, and people who don't like dogs at all, love him. I seriously hit the jack pot with this dog's personality. He is happy, and smart, and good, well, most of the time. He is also ridiculous. But bottom line, I love him. (you couldn't tell) I love him, like, almost more than I love my man. Not really, but I mean, almost. Almost.

For anyone who is truly a dog person, I think you can probably appreciate this complete, unconditional, and perhaps sometimes obsessive love for the four-legged furry critter than is way more than just a pet to your family.

After J, Rudy is my life. I got him not long after J & I officially started dating when I was living in Cali and a little lonely, to say the least. He is my baby. My little buddy. My furry, silly, happy little love, who is always so freakin' excited to see me when I get home that he has to come in the bathroom with me (because I have the tiniest bladder, ever, and always have to pee when I get home). Right now, Mr. Rudy is snoozing, snuggled up next to me on the couch. J is already in bed, but Rudy, as much as he loves his master, he is a momma's boy, and he stays up with me, no matter how late, until I go into bed almost every night.

There is no question in my mind there will be future Rudy-related posts, but for now, here are some recent snaps of my sweet, silly munchkin. Enjoy, and for real this time, goodnight!

belly rub, ahhh

I think someone needs a haircut

someone got a haircut

what're you looking at?

it's time to get up

time to go outside, please.

seriously. c'mon. let's go.