"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." – Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899

The Adventures of Rufus: Boof.


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I’ve only known Boof for a short time.

He was driving through our town, and his master stopped to have repairs done to his car, so I got to know him over the last couple of days.

You know how it is in a small coastal town, everyone knows everyone else, so a new face causes a bit of a stir.

Boof had a good story to tell.

Apparently, they were on the run.

To start with I didn’t know what that meant but I soon worked it out.

Boof had been living at a caravan park with a human who wanted someone to guard his caravan. Boof wasn’t sure what was stored in the caravan, but he was pretty sure that a lot of people wanted to steal it because he was constantly scaring away rough looking characters.

He even had to bite one or two of them.

It was against Boof’s nature to bite people, but he had a job to do.

His owner was a real bastard and treated Boof very badly. One day four humans tried to break into the caravan and Boof managed to drive off three of them, but one got in while he was busy and stole some stuff. Boof’s owner was very angry and beat Boof with an old shoe.

Boof tried to explain that there were four of them and that he had driven off three of them, but his owner didn’t listen.

He didn’t feed Boof that night, and he kicked over his water bowl so that Boof was very thirsty by the next morning.

If it hadn’t been for the bloke in one of the other caravans, Boof might have died of thirst. The human who brought him water seemed like a good person.

He sat with Boof and told him his story.

He was on the run from some dangerous people, and he needed to keep moving, or they would find him.

“They aren’t looking for a bloke with a dog. Maybe I’ll take you with me when I go. Would you like that boy?”

Boof said that he would like that very much, but he was not sure that the human understood him.

A few days later he saw the human driving away.

As he passed by Boof’s caravan, he stopped and said, “Do you want to come with me boy?”

Boof did the only thing a dog could do under the circumstances; he wagged his tail.

The human got out of his car and cut the chain that was imprisoning Boof.

Boof climbed into the passenger seat and did not look back as they drove away.

He said that they have been on the road for a long time and he likes the life of a traveller.

I like Boof, and I love listening to his stories, and I’m going to miss him when they go, but I will have fun thinking of all the adventures he might be having.

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3 responses

  1. Loved the story. I used to have an Old English Sheepdog called Rufus who we rescued from the RSPCA. He should have been on the run after all the food he stole from our kitchen bench. He’d swallow the plastic bag and all silly dog.

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    April 19, 2015 at 2:02 pm

    • I’m very pleased that you enjoyed the story. Our friends dog stole a Snickers bar from her handbag……swallowed it, wrapper and all! After and anxious day or two, the wrapper appeared intact!
      Amazing creatures, dogs.
      Terry
      P.S. Thank you for taking time out of a busy day to comment.

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      April 20, 2015 at 12:47 am

      • Hi Terry,
        Love the Snickers story. Will have to tell the family. They’ll love it. You’re welcome for the comments. I am a huge believer in them as I know how much I appreciate them and they really help to build connection and community xx Rowena

        Like

        April 20, 2015 at 6:30 am

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