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The Ballad of Rufus J. Dog

I’ve got a dog named Rufus James. A terrier mix. Showed up Dec. 26, 2004, in my Northeast Georgia lawn. Sat down on my foot. That’s how I got him. He wore a tattered, camouflage collar; was covered in scabs. My dad still thinks he was turned out for killing chickens. I still think my […]