Meet Rue

I went with my mother to pick up a dog this afternoon. One of her friends was looking for a home for a dog she didn't really have time to take care of and Mother has been looking for a dog to keep her company. A perfect match, I think. We'll see.

The dog is a three-year-old Poodle/Yorkie mix but looks mostly Yorkie. He's solid black with auburn whiskers and eyebrows. Really pretty. He was in bad need of a bath today but mother will have him professionally groomed by mid-day Monday. She's like that.

A very friendly dog, every time you reach for him he immediately rolls over to have his belly scratched.

He's bigger than Mother is used to and he came with a 12 foot leash, well, maybe not that long but it might as well have been, and this dog can pull little tiny mother to the ground if it gets too excited. It also has a habit of wrapping the leash around her legs. First thing we do is get a two foot leash and teach the little guy to heel. Ah he's going to be a lot of fun.

Mother and Rue.

Mother adores him already.

Rue is a silly name for a dog. We're thinking Rufus maybe.

He's so cute.

But he's a male dog and has already marked territory. We're hoping he doesn't become Rue-nd this, Rue-nd that.