i saw a dog in the quads hunting squirrel and charlie was oblivious, eating acorns. i said charlie you should see and take notes, this is how you hunt for squirrel, so subtle and refined. the dog glanced our way but continued on to the the next squirrel. we came back after the fountain and the dog saw us and ran past and back to charlie and charlie didn't quail. this is a dog i would love to walk with. i can't convey the feeling, but rufus is a spirit dog. i note that we don't always wind up with our spirit dogs, but we must be glad they exist. not to say charlie isn't a spirit dog, there are many in a lifetime, i suppose, but she'd be like the spirit dog of my goofy kid self. rufus would be my spirit dog for the apocalypse.