This little guy was running down the road in Clinton, Ohio when the Sheriff spotted him.
He was underweight and heartworm-positive when he arrived at Animal Control that Friday night.
We first saw him Saturday morning.
He was lying on his side in a cage, looking bored and sorry he got caught.
We took him for a walk in the parking lot, where he smiled and drooled and didn't try to run away.
I want him.
That was four years ago today.
A few years ago, a psychic named Phyllis gave me a reading.
She said I was a southern belle in a past life.
She knew I had two sisters.
She asked, Who's the little red guy running around with you?
That's Rufus, I said.
Getting him, she told me, is the best thing you ever did.
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