Bonjour. My name is Rudy and I am the newest member of the Cupcake Family. I weigh in at a spritely ten pounds and I do a little tribal circle dance when I’m about to take a doodie. My new mom tells me not to bother about this—she’s used to my big brother’s traveling doodie ritual so, you know, no harm, no foul.
Rumor has it that I was unthinkably dumped by my previous humans in an area that is known for dogs being abandoned. I scraped and scurried and survived my way through that god-awful experience until I was rescued and put into foster care. My mom says it was my particular brand of Rudy-tude that gave me the strength to prevail and still be the love bug that I am. I say she may be right, however, it should be noted that I am a humble gentleman who only wants to be safe and sound with my new bitchen family.
Speaking of bitchen, my new big brother Cooper is currently showing me the ropes. How to perfect the ultimate snuggle with the zillions of blankets that our parents provide, how to pepper the afternoon with various shouts and high-pitched hollers while our mom shouts at us to shut our furry gobs. Sometimes we think she may be joining in on the fun but my big brother tells me this is no bueno—when she puts her hand out like a traffic cop and says something like “SHUSH!” or “HEY!” Even though she seems confused we still love her.
I’m sure you’ll be seeing more of me here, as I have already made quite a glorious impact on the Cupcake Homestead, prancing like a model horse on all the walks we take and sniffing every square inch of the neighborhood I have the pleasure of exploring with my new family.
Rudy of the Radical Tudeness