Tuesday, May 31, 2011

A Dog Named Dudley

Gentle Readers, meet Dudley! This is my new guy, who arrived at dinnertime on 25 May, courtesy of our local golden retriever rescue group. He's absolutely fantastic-he knows several commands, walks very well on leash, is very mild mannered, and best of all, ignores the cats. What a treat it will be to train a dog that wants to repeat something over and over, and over, and over...

Mr. Big has only had to reprimand him a few times, on Thursday, and then again late Friday, when we were sitting on the patio, enjoying a warm, pitch black, summer evening. Cuddly Dudley (to be known as CD) has tried twice to initiate play, and Mr. Big is not quite sure what to make of that, but since he loved to wrestle with his Pupgirl, and has been streaking across the yard on his own looking for someone to wrestle with, I think it's just a matter of time. Mr. Big doesn't have good dog-reading skills, so he's probably a little unsure of what CD is saying.

And cuddly he is. The first night he jumped into bed with me. The third night he started off bedtime laying next to me, head on my chest, with those big, brown, puppy eyes just gazing at me. The fluffsters were invited to sleep with me, but never wanted to. Too hot! Pupgirl would jump on the bed about 5 a.m. and wait for me to get up, but that was the closest we got to sleeping together. May I add she was not averse to sleeping on my bed when I wasn't in her way by being in it already.


  1. Congrats!. I see some pawprints all over CD's arrival. ;-)

  2. Hi, I was looking on line for "a dog named Dudley" and your blog popped up. So, you do not know me but I wanted to say "what a guy!" I just lost my Dudley after a bout of cancer and he was about 15 years old. He was my heart and my soul. He was a peke/cocker mix that I found on the side of the road. But, what is odd is that his best friend was my golden retriever, Murray, and your Dudley could be a twin to Murray.
    Best of luck with your Dudley and it good to see another kind soul out there who loves their Cuddly Dudley. I also called mine Doodles McNoodles, Duddles McCuddles, and, once in a while, Puddles Duddles.

    Take Care!

  3. What a handsome young man. The white fluffernutter ain't so bad either!

  4. I guess grieving hearts think alike. I also found this site by typing 'a dog named Dudley'. My boy is passed away 12 years ago today...I miss his face. Dudie came to me thru my vet. Someone had shot him and his right front leg couldn't be saved. He lost a leg,but gained a life filled with joy and love. Dudie was a tri-colored Beagle who had been abused. When he started going up to people without looking at me first,I knew I had done my job. Bless you for giving another Dudley a forever home.