I adopted Brutus Maximus Ramsey on April 18, 2015, and it was truly love at first sight. He was a tiny little ball of fluff and fury; less than 2lbs. of complete and utter puppy mischief. His name at the Houston Poodle Rescue was Kale Pooh which didn’t fit his feisty little personality, at all! When I opened the gate to the pen he and his litter mates were in, Brutus bolted to the open gate, stepping on one of his siblings and knocking another over, so he could be the first little twerp to jump into my hands. I commented on what a little “brute” he was and the name just stuck. He was a tiny ball of soft fluff and I couldn’t stop oohing and awing over his tiny little paws and adorable cooing squeaks. He finally calmed down and rested himself comfortably on my bosom quickly falling asleep, and the rest is history.
Overnight this little guy changed my life. I know it may sound ridiculous and cliche, but for the first time in my entire existence, I was responsible for another living being. He was completely dependent on me to meet all of his little puppy needs. Like any responsible adult dog owner, I purchased an absurd amount of pet supplies and had at least 12 solid meltdowns during our first week together. 2 and a half years later and we are still working out the kinks in his behavior, but overall Brutus is one awesome little k9. Life for us has been pretty darn wonderful and filled with countless chewed up shoes, potty accidents, hilarious photos, and more baths than any dog should ever take.
Brutus now splits his time between napping all day at home and attending doggy daycare 3 days a week. He’s becoming a well-adjusted and sweet member of our family and only gets reprimanded a few times a day now.
