Hi, my name is Rufus, but you know that already. Right now, as I write this, I am wearing a bandana and waiting for the bus. I am going to camp. Or at least Mom hopes I am. My brother Bishop is going, too. He’s here right now because his dad, who is my dad, too, went to TenC. That’s a state, and that’s where his mom and dad live so that’s where he goes every year when it’s cold to get presents from a tree. Mom says that I wasn’t on the pick-up list for camp. Thankfully, the van is coming to our house to pick up Bishop so Mom is hoping they will take me too. She put a bandana on me, she says, for two reasons. One is that I am going to camp and she says people always wear bandanas to camp. The second reason is that Mom wants me to look extra cute to make sure they take me.
The truth is that I don’t want to go to camp. It’s snowing there. I don’t know what snow is but Mom says it falls from the sky and it’s frozen. I hope it tastes like ice cream. The reason i don’t want to go though isn’t because of the falling ice cream. It’s because I want to stay right where I am, cuddled up like a Potato Bug on my mom’s lap. She says I have to go becasue her lap won’t be here tomorrow, but I don’t know what tomorrow is because I am a dog so I live only for Today. Mom is going to New York, which is a small box with two rooms and three windows. I like it there even though it is a small box and I don’t have any dog friends there because I get to go to restaurants. Still, I like it here better. I like Here better no matter where I am. Mom says that’s the secret to my happiness but she’s wrong. The secret to my happiness is that I am happy.
