Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Rudy, "The Little Dog of Savannah".
Cindy and I are recently back from Savannah. Sometimes these trips aren't "about" anything. No unifying theme. No great underlying message. This one was just
about seeing my brother and his family and escaping the last bit of winter in Maine (or, more correctly, the first part of "spring" which is really just winter without as much snow).
Anyway, it was sunny, warm, the food was great and everyone had a good time. Pretty simple stuff. But we were out and about and took lots of photos. So, here goes:
As it turns out, Rudy (my brother's dog - named for Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer) was the star of the show. Rudy, checking in at about 18 inches high and tipping the scales at 20 pounds or so is a dog of many talents.
He plays the guitar. He speaks 3 languages (besides English) and when he's not busy pulling drowning people from the Savannah River or helping old ladies cross the street, he enjoys gardening and baking cookies. He also likes to drink out of a
hose. There are not photos (yet) of him performing any of those feats. But we do have snippets of him running back and forth and standing on his hind legs. We'll get to those later.
In the meantime: