I haven't got a wooden legs but that mutt keeps trying, stubborn or just as mean as his "Daddy", but to be fair, as his only good uncle (PeeWee just make belive it and Jersey Ed is too lazy as it is) I will tell you about not that adorable picture you have been seeing, but Ruffie boy's alter ego...

Once upon a time there was a man
that thought he “owned” a little dog,
like a husband thinks he owns a wife
both were so absolutely very wrong!
‘cause can’t buy with butter or roses
to be on your side your mother in law.

Rufuz, with intelligent eyes creature
with vigorously wagging tail was born,
and some times when the house’s man
get going, puffing one of his dear joints,
without wings the first flying canine doing
loops and somersaults in the smoke.

The mutt has two very dear wacky uncles,
one called PeeWee going for sainthood
as he collect all kind of rejected “things”
and without asking Mean Tall Woman
he just take his animal menagerie home,
with so many places to hide, the lice’s
will be the happy ones I so will thought.

The other uncle is a old malevolent geezer
with an incredible fast moving heavy shoe,
if you so much lift your leg taking aiming
Edvard the Elder will try you for a field goal,
so, if you need to pee, wag your tail to him
and he graciously will gallantly open the door.

Being in Jersey ain’t no Paradise for the one
that can smell two-thousand times more strong
the fumes coming from everywhere, dead fish,
and everywhere if you look those Daddy’s socks
having a more strong fragrance than the dude
dumped by the Mob about two weeks before.

Now, if you see really good you will discover
like everybody else that RUFUZ ain’t no dog,
but a wagging tail creature that owns a man
that pant and puffs with what he call a smoke,
but that flying doggy had teach his dear Daddy
to go into the rain to fetch a juicy meaty bone.