Welcome home, Q

Pick up the rugs,

Hide the socks.

Lay out the newspapers,

There’s a new puppy in the house.

Please help us to welcome Ruffino’s daughter, Q into our home.

As you can imagine, we’ve been having some questions as to the paternity.











All the Italians who have seen father and daughter together make this lovely hand gesture toward poor Ruff.


In Italian that means he’s been cuckolded by his wife.







At one point, Ruff must have decided he’d had about enough of all that teasing and thus tried to make himself look a little more like Q.

Great. That was fun to clean up. And very effective...now everyone thinks you're Q's dad, Ruffy.

Through many conversations David and I have narrowed the possible father pool to two…
1. Ruffino, who we actually saw mating with the mother but who looks nothing like any of the puppies.
2. Jack, who is the neighbors’ dog and happens to be black with a white chest – just like every one of the puppies. We did not, however see Jack crash in on Ruff’s sex date with the mother and, well, there is this small thing that he is chained up about a kilometer down the road.

If this wasn’t confusing enough, David noticed the other day that Q has my father’s eyes... which got me to thinking that she has my uncle Mike’s nose.

Nature is amazing.