tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272953132024-03-13T13:26:41.291-07:00A Red Dog in the Red Rocksthe true life adventures of Ruby, a red dog in the red rocks of Sedona, ArizonaRuby's Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365416288824741092noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-43268445474447175392020-07-27T17:41:00.000-07:002020-07-27T17:49:58.365-07:00Nine Years On<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We've just passed the nine year anniversary of Ruby going to the Rainbow Bridge. How have the years flown by so fast?<br />
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The first year without Ruby was a dark and sad time. She filled my heart and life, and without her beautiful, exuberant red being coloring my every day, the world became a flat, monochrome affair. Although her spirit presence was tangible in the house and my healing studio, and I sometimes met her in the dream space, I was sorely missing a physical dog in my life. </div>
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Around six months after Ruby's sudden departure, in the depths of winter, I found myself one morning looking at a dog on the Golden Bone Rescue Facebook page that was apparently in need of a foster home. Without thinking too much about it, I applied. New Year's Day found me waiting the arrival of Chester Good Dog, a scrawny, scruffy, bandaged and stapled, mange-ridden dog who had recently been retrieved from a dump site where he'd been living near the Navajo Reservation. He was about 5 months old, had been attacked by other dogs while living rough, and had somehow been shot across the back of the neck (the vet couldn't determine if it was an arrow or a bullet that caused the open wound). And then there was the fear aggression, which meant he couldn't hear or see a dog (even himself in a mirror), without losing it.</div>
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Well, he was only a foster, I thought. I would keep him safe and love him all I could until it was time for him to go to the family who had already agreed to adopt him.</div>
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Fast forward eight and half years.</div>
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Yes, he's still with me! Now using the name Rajah (chosen by himself), the fear aggression (mostly) faded into distant memory and many adventures under our belts. In the early days with Rajah, I had wanted to continue this blog and give voice to my new boy. But he is a very different dog to Ruby - stoic, more serious , very wise and not much given to frivolity or getting into scrapes. Like Ruby, he has been a "healing assistant" in my bodywork practice, and also like Ruby, he is adored and fawned over by adults and children wherever we go. But unlike Ruby, he could take it or leave it (unless there's a treat involved), and he has a stubborn streak that makes Ruby's strong-willed indiscretions seem quite endearing.</div>
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Although Rajah and I have been on our journey these years without keeping a record in blog form, I have recently started writing about our conversations as I learn animal communication. You can find our chats <a data-original-attrs="{"data-original-href":"https://www.sedonadogfriendly.com/talks-with-dogs/rajah/dog-chats/","target":"_blank"}" href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/27295313/5975597679610933463#">here</a>.</div>
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Ruby's Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365416288824741092noreply@blogger.com0Sedona, AZ 86336, USA34.8697395 -111.760989634.7654985 -111.9223511 34.9739805 -111.5996281tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-24736520485366532442011-08-01T12:52:00.001-07:002011-08-01T12:56:25.499-07:00Is It Ever Just A Dog?By Rubydad<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzQfk-WXhtOcjJWFOUh-gGFYi1UkP_TkXGEJqIxLktj62dfwPyWQ3uddvhSN1TwNkA_TnlsGuY_w8D1sAeUy7VPiP9y0nCnFmDw_gsHZHZOC7dF9RDOv8AKsxw0vtLIxKvG60/s1600/IMG_0071_2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzQfk-WXhtOcjJWFOUh-gGFYi1UkP_TkXGEJqIxLktj62dfwPyWQ3uddvhSN1TwNkA_TnlsGuY_w8D1sAeUy7VPiP9y0nCnFmDw_gsHZHZOC7dF9RDOv8AKsxw0vtLIxKvG60/s320/IMG_0071_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635978456103711010" border="0" /></a><br />Grief is a bleak, colorless world. The only thing that feels alive in it is our heartbreak, stirred awake each time we forget that Ruby is gone and pick up the leash, add fresh meat to the shopping list, set aside a crumb on the plate, expect to find her waiting inside the front door, or wonder why we don’t hear her bark when Christie starts up across the street. It is hard to believe she is not just around the corner, somewhere out of sight, snoozing or stretching herself before coming to greet us.<br /><br />Yet we are immeasurably grateful to have found deep comfort in the posts, emails, cards, flowers and visits from so many of you. Our Ruby had legions of admirers, in whom she seemed to bring out the best. She could look a stranger in the eye, wiggle her butt, do puppy paws and make that person feel like they were the most loved being on the planet. She transformed me from a lifelong cat lover into a doting, eyes-for-her-only daddy who now never even looks at a cat. Except to try to find one for her, something she always wanted.<br /><br />And here’s the thing. As special as she was, the reason she appealed to hundreds of clients, friends, fellow dog persons, Facebook and blog followers and thousands of people she met only briefly on a trail, at the creek, outside a supermarket or elsewhere, is that she spoke a common language we all understand.<br /><br />All dogs speak it. To say that Ruby was not unique in no way diminishes my appreciation of her. The beauty of sunrise will always come second for me to the light in her eyes.<br /><br />Every dog has a different job to do with its own people. Some excel at affection, some at guarding, some at intuiting the needs of others, some at clowning or problem-solving or a host of other skills. Every one allows us to love it as best we are able, and considers that sufficient. Each in his or her own way shares the same precious gifts that Ruby gave us.<br /><br />We know all of you have experienced the amazing and profound wonder that we have: a dog has loved you unconditionally. A dog has seen you for who you really are, not in the least distracted by your personality, your mood, or however imperfectly you may sometimes behave.<br /><br />The thousand daily sweetnesses we held so dear – look at the way she cocks her ear; see how she’s lying with one paw underneath her; look how cute she stands when she’s eating; ohhhh, she’s rolling on her ba-ack; her soft head on our laps, her deep contentment in the tent; the feel of her downy cheeks; the soothing, all-is-right-with-the-world sigh as she stretched out peacefully for a delicious nap – these and hundreds more we know you understand too. Even that irresistibly perfect spot to kiss her on her third eye…<br /><br />Friends have said so many kind, insightful things to ease our journey. They “got” Ruby because she got them, and because their own dog or dogs get them too. As one friend said the other day, the bond we share with our dogs is every bit a beautiful love affair. We never forget, we never completely get over it, and always, we remember those precious moments.Rubydadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15145246753597995073noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-49626341223040462622011-07-26T21:56:00.006-07:002011-07-28T19:18:20.993-07:00Letter to RubyWe have had close to 200 messages, emails, cards and comments this past week from people sharing their sadness over Ruby's passing. Many have shared their own Ruby stories and I have been touched by each and every one of them. For now I am posting just one, from my dear friend Serena. She was Ruby's sitter when I went away for work last year, and joined us in many massage sessions. I think Ruby recognized in Serena a kindred spirit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibefBemb3Sw0SpknAy9Yyn1r53SV43_u02dYLM8n1PJOmBukrf24GK1YdtrSn2f1Fb0slzHJnhanZ598hCGpRNkgcnoCQtfa4e-_nT1P9KB45Jfq8dXwEc3_mfBJsMSJ9r7AzT/s1600/IMG_0011_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibefBemb3Sw0SpknAy9Yyn1r53SV43_u02dYLM8n1PJOmBukrf24GK1YdtrSn2f1Fb0slzHJnhanZ598hCGpRNkgcnoCQtfa4e-_nT1P9KB45Jfq8dXwEc3_mfBJsMSJ9r7AzT/s400/IMG_0011_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633893302084861682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Ruby,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you for sharing your love and beautiful energy with all of us who were fortunate enough to know you. You are profoundly missed and deeply adored in our hearts!<br /><br />I keep thinking of some of my favorite memories of you. I met you in 2003 (two houses ago for you). I felt a bond with you from that moment! A kindred spirit connection and a mutual protection or guidance. We shared many massage experiences. I loved how you said hello to me! I loved how you looked at your mom and dad so adoringly and respectful and with much admiration and strong spiritual love. I love how you treated each client with open paws and hospitality. I remember your breath during massages and the energy you gave. And you smell sooooo good!<br /><br />Some of my other favorite memories with you were, one night when we were hanging out (September 2010) at your house and a praying mantis landed on your forehead near your third eye. It was so funny and cool and sweet!!! I laugh out loud thinking of it! Your dad saw too. Your mom was in California doing a workshop. I'm so grateful too for our last day together at Chavez when I looked up during meditation in the sun and you were so still in meditation too. It was a beautiful, very still moment that I will always cherish.<br /><br />I loved walks with you in the morning. You had such a relaxed yet alert strut that I just loved to watch. I love how you embraced and received love. You taught me a lot, I hope you know! You were a very strong, gorgeous, kind, brilliant, funny and loving being. I'm so grateful and honored to have been in your life! I know you had such a blessed, amazing life with your mom and dad and all your friends. Congratulations on living a full, adventurous and fun, beautiful life!<br /><br />You are so loved and missed.<br /><br />Bless you Ruby baby, with love from my heart to yours. You are such a lady.<br /><br />Peace be with you.<br /><br />-Serena</span>Ruby's Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365416288824741092noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-71091607149231704942011-07-21T13:55:00.007-07:002011-07-21T14:41:12.830-07:00Off To A New Adventure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPbkxF-XwgSdNyn_9MH_OHN7z5cFmSW5a2hTSEkEIZmKtOnYOvMHmVyRmZ7TaqWGFj-p12BXKi92qt4jz7zPaNHTKQZioseV9Zb_ou8-t0HnB6H-jSc2sceNh_N_n0kuT-mZg/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPbkxF-XwgSdNyn_9MH_OHN7z5cFmSW5a2hTSEkEIZmKtOnYOvMHmVyRmZ7TaqWGFj-p12BXKi92qt4jz7zPaNHTKQZioseV9Zb_ou8-t0HnB6H-jSc2sceNh_N_n0kuT-mZg/s400/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631912771161642146" border="0" /></a>Ruby's Mum here. Our sweet red rock adventure girl left us yesterday for adventures in pastures new. It came out of the blue and was very quick, leaving us shocked, but grateful there was no long, drawn out suffering, and that we were both there with her. We think it was a heart attack.<br /><br />Ruby left the way she lived, with no dilly dallying. The day before she had an acupuncture session, visited the staff of OfficeMax, then spent an hour fishing at the creek. She was the liveliest we've seen her in the water for a while.<br /><br />She slept outside with me that night, and slept in for a little in the morning, both of us enjoying the cool morning breeze, until Dad came to take her for a walk at Long Canyon. In her usual way, she made friends with some Japanese girls walking the same path, and when she was ready, told Dad it was time to come home for breakfast. A couple of hours later, we heard her scream. She struggled for two breaths, and was gone.<br /><br />Ruby touched more lives than any dog I've had. Just a couple of days ago I was walking with her in our neighborhood, when someone in a car that Ruby seemed to recognize, stopped to say hello. They of course greeted Ruby, not me, but as if she were a person. "Hello Ruby, how are you? I haven't seen you in a long time. You're looking good."<br /><br />I had no idea who this person was or where they might have met Ruby. This happened on other occasions too, to the point that we thought maybe Ruby was leading a parallel life and meeting these people without us. The strangest one happened when we were on holiday in California a few years ago. Some people stopped us in the street and greeted Ruby by name. To this day, we have no recollection of meeting them anywhere before.<br /><br />Emails and Facebook notes have been flooding in, and we are so very touched by the depth of feeling people have for our girl. She has been my constant companion and workmate for almost 11 years. Today was my first day giving a massage without her. I sorely missed her trotting out to the gate and giving the client their first greeting. This was clearly her job and she never liked to miss a session. Once the greeting part was done, and she had led the person to the studio, she would take her place on the kitchen floor and stay there until a few minutes before the end. She didn't like me running over time, and would let me know when she thought I should be done by getting up and stretching, and shaking her collar so the tags jingled.<br /><br />Many a time I would reenter the room when the session was over and find the client down on the floor with Ruby, having a heart to heart. People connected with her on a very deep level. One of my friends, who never met Ruby in person, sums it up perfectly.<br /><br />"<span jsid="text">All people and all creatures have their intrinsic worth, but some people, and especially some dogs have a special luminosity. I think Ruby Red girl was one of these special beings. And she seemed to have chosen you to communicate her love to the world and other human beings. I will miss your wonderful stories about her."</span><br /><br />There are a few stories yet untold, and when the rawness of it all has subdued, I'll share them here, along with some more pictures.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zRoRC63Gaml2Rxm2YQIwnNGKrvodTBGA33QiLD3i14sj4DvlvWC08DtN55BlAgZTgbNnfb-5JdVagMRpXUV4rgVgwUJ3RIVUITKboWn_YPbR-9AEnNm8Us_fWpZmlTuIP3uy/s1600/RubyRobertGabe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zRoRC63Gaml2Rxm2YQIwnNGKrvodTBGA33QiLD3i14sj4DvlvWC08DtN55BlAgZTgbNnfb-5JdVagMRpXUV4rgVgwUJ3RIVUITKboWn_YPbR-9AEnNm8Us_fWpZmlTuIP3uy/s400/RubyRobertGabe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631922664774394770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">With boyfriends, Robert and Gabe, in California. The boys were training to be service dogs. Only Robert made the grade and lost his battle with cancer just a few months ago. Gabe still lives with his trainer parents. Ruby learned a lot in that week.</span><br /></div>Ruby's Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365416288824741092noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-38900272807640931132011-07-20T18:00:00.003-07:002011-07-20T18:04:05.034-07:00Wordless Wednesday - Gone To The Other Shore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJCTLkrzbS-zOiYF_EMEVFGvJ_qO1jFfcVG0_kytQvokxj7BMINBPDCWvJJw3cHLu2JTYGU7n6HlMUhKbRkti1veeCrmYdohWQoI6vjchnwd2dtcWkIfrtZOc1dyPScnHrbF0/s1600/IMG_0028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJCTLkrzbS-zOiYF_EMEVFGvJ_qO1jFfcVG0_kytQvokxj7BMINBPDCWvJJw3cHLu2JTYGU7n6HlMUhKbRkti1veeCrmYdohWQoI6vjchnwd2dtcWkIfrtZOc1dyPScnHrbF0/s400/IMG_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631604583268057794" border="0" /></a>Ruby's Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09365416288824741092noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-68598838530547887722011-07-13T12:17:00.001-07:002011-07-13T12:34:36.124-07:00Wordless Wednesday - Thunder Shirt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvgQIgG0_xwdX0YUTw8Uf94yUQhUnmhovWgjrF03KKq6IrmbKIDXerfQ5bWAmI6ov0eGs1S9aZ4rxImgQyNRUULmDmvrscNcegOAIlFqXdpTz7jHgzWv224xL511BbE48Bj_I/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvgQIgG0_xwdX0YUTw8Uf94yUQhUnmhovWgjrF03KKq6IrmbKIDXerfQ5bWAmI6ov0eGs1S9aZ4rxImgQyNRUULmDmvrscNcegOAIlFqXdpTz7jHgzWv224xL511BbE48Bj_I/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Remember this face? Yeah, I know, it's a bit smudged up, but that's my best friend, Monty. He's just been for a visit and got into some trouble, as usual.<br />
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Monty spends a LOT of time looking for things to eat. Usually it's just fallers off the kitchen floor, juniper berries from down by the library or the odd pizza crust from the take out on the corner.<br />
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But a couple of days ago he ate something SO BAD, Mum yelled at him in her really cross voice. The one that makes me think <i>I </i>must have done something wrong.<br />
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Can you guess what it was that he ate? Poop! And it wasn't just any regular poop lying at the side of the road. This was seriously smelly, wet, crawling with maggots poop that he found near the creek. Yuck!<br />
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The more Mum yelled, the faster he tried to scarf it all down. Everyone thought he would have a very upset tummy, but that boy's got a digestive system like no one else. Apart from one enormously loud and ripe belch, he just carried on with his day as usual.<br />
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He'll be back next month for an even longer stay. Wonder what he'll get up to next time?Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-17044700652915293992011-06-04T10:51:00.001-07:002011-06-04T10:56:22.631-07:00A Walk Down Memory Lane<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
As many of you know, I'm an Arizona-gal, born and bred (Mum says she's not so sure about the bred part). For most of my life, I've lived with my mum in Sedona, but the first few months of my life were spent in various places, one of which was <a href="http://www.humanesocietyofsedona.com/">this fine establishment</a>.<br />
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It's changed a bit since I was an <strike>inmate</strike> resident, in fact, I hardly recognized the place when Mum took me there last month to drop off a donation. I thought we were arriving at a 5-star resort, not the unappealing concrete cell block where I <strike>was incarcerated</strike> briefly vacationed.<br />
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There's lawn out front, where the dogs get to play, and they even have their very own private dog park, where each dog gets to go and run off leash. Still, as nice as it is, I'm very happy where I landed, and, as much as I would really like my own lawn, I can live without it.<br />
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I wouldn't want to give up my trips to the creek and car ride adventures. And being an only dog definitely has its advantages when it comes to handing out the treats. Yup, life is pretty darn good!<br />
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<span id="goog_1574579096"></span><span id="goog_1574579097"></span></div>Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-55976485827190372402011-04-17T22:05:00.000-07:002011-04-17T22:05:33.096-07:00Happiness is Sunday at the Creek<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I had the most wonderful day with my Mum and Dad today. After breakfast at my favorite restaurant, where everyone knows my name, we took a trip to my favorite creek.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everywhere is very green.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the crayfish are back, bigger than ever.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">They hide out under the rocks and along the edges.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">But they're no match for me. I can catch them by the hundreds!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shaking the water out of my ears.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's just deep enough for me here. I can swim if I want.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Or I can keep my feet on the bottom.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The grass is so long now, it was easy to slope off without Mum and Dad seeing me. At least, I thought they couldn't see me. Sometimes I think Mum has eyes in the back of her head!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sometimes it's nice to just sit on the bank and watch the fishes with Dad.</span></td></tr>
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</div></div>Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-75224039565906598982010-11-07T18:22:00.000-07:002010-11-07T18:22:17.996-07:00The staples are gone!Before I forget, I'm supposed to tell you that the results of my biopsy were good - just a fibrous cyst. All okay there, but it seems my body needs a lump in that place because I grew another one almost immediately. We couldn't tell if it was just the staples bunching up my head, but when I had them out last week, there it was, a brand new lump to replace the old one. Oh well. I seem to be a bit of a lumpy girl.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXumTl72ri2iXDJAxqoaq7yus4yDp05C6uskDuAvO3DGqgZwRvJAGjugR_lVY0E6lYaMJfM0rRL4V09TQGl0M8FmhG1Q5CdHZalRS3c5HmWGGMJO23dviq3bv0dQO35Zq7Pkc/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536978472575444162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXumTl72ri2iXDJAxqoaq7yus4yDp05C6uskDuAvO3DGqgZwRvJAGjugR_lVY0E6lYaMJfM0rRL4V09TQGl0M8FmhG1Q5CdHZalRS3c5HmWGGMJO23dviq3bv0dQO35Zq7Pkc/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400" /></a>Mum says we're not going to worry about it, unless it starts bothering me, or gets bigger. To help my head heal, I've been getting some energy medicine treatments from Mum. See the special staircase I've got to help me up onto the treatment table? Actually, Dad was supposed to be getting a treatment here. I was just keeping the table warm for him.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6d6f0k2UNAb-J8hPyBguxnPqVNzRUarUnrESB05FljUazFlToloRk7LL24R6hzq1gadvxn6PAz3a6SC93VDe_UDNvmQ6-HXfEEUyL3Eu54S6-ZVFDTiSjW9Sfzblb1C5YWFV/s1600/77028_1702600765577_1254712878_31879902_3767465_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536980131136506674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6d6f0k2UNAb-J8hPyBguxnPqVNzRUarUnrESB05FljUazFlToloRk7LL24R6hzq1gadvxn6PAz3a6SC93VDe_UDNvmQ6-HXfEEUyL3Eu54S6-ZVFDTiSjW9Sfzblb1C5YWFV/s400/77028_1702600765577_1254712878_31879902_3767465_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /></a>Mum had a friend visiting this week, so we had to take her to one of our favorite places at the creek. She takes a lot of photos, so for once, there are some with me and Mum in them together.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqNyjsf596okVdz2TUPLbJaU2OE9UinH3-sOu1WToBURG2mSrNjgKlPkOe1vUsDOlmim5WzzwmOp_B-vcI2aN9SC-q6pKnNVCbL32ZJpWgHvxD0QwC8qxfr1py536um-u3V0n/s1600/73543_1702606645724_1254712878_31879919_8245268_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536979982430980626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqNyjsf596okVdz2TUPLbJaU2OE9UinH3-sOu1WToBURG2mSrNjgKlPkOe1vUsDOlmim5WzzwmOp_B-vcI2aN9SC-q6pKnNVCbL32ZJpWgHvxD0QwC8qxfr1py536um-u3V0n/s400/73543_1702606645724_1254712878_31879919_8245268_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Can you spot what is in this photo above?</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdO2psAE77j9KIy48s1dlkR1V0jAqGg7_lrX6L_v6MbqJGaWXcDZ8jKBjDjPM54UFhpdXyK7ckJpVrdKgDw9CCFT9GOMVTMMr3sXpzg6M5xZtDm_mCtskbvgdGzhFoyqPrP0iG/s1600/76021_1702617005983_1254712878_31879935_2116817_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536979977592722130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdO2psAE77j9KIy48s1dlkR1V0jAqGg7_lrX6L_v6MbqJGaWXcDZ8jKBjDjPM54UFhpdXyK7ckJpVrdKgDw9CCFT9GOMVTMMr3sXpzg6M5xZtDm_mCtskbvgdGzhFoyqPrP0iG/s400/76021_1702617005983_1254712878_31879935_2116817_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>These are my paw prints when I got out of the water.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFW2WDgyXrTUcyOx83Xqe0gDx1cBq2pciAi56oUD3zHySXu1WDwUe-FDD-soQTE9sOJFCQQp6Kw_Ui48PEH3DVoVaZroxSjd3_a1AW5-0oztpmP2arP0EduTujFEobksKdjVu/s1600/149825_1702617846004_1254712878_31879942_785378_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536979978008858546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFW2WDgyXrTUcyOx83Xqe0gDx1cBq2pciAi56oUD3zHySXu1WDwUe-FDD-soQTE9sOJFCQQp6Kw_Ui48PEH3DVoVaZroxSjd3_a1AW5-0oztpmP2arP0EduTujFEobksKdjVu/s400/149825_1702617846004_1254712878_31879942_785378_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Before I was allowed in the water, Mum called me over and gave me "the talk".</div><br />
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I had to promise I wasn't going to go near any stinky critters, and that I would come back as soon as Mum called me.<br />
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I managed to keep one of the promises. We didn't have to call Dad to come and take me home in his car.Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-9330340276584927912010-10-24T20:53:00.000-07:002010-10-24T20:53:43.290-07:00Hip Hop Pup<span style="font-size: large;">I've been doing some research for my new career as a dog rapper. I haven't been able to master some of the beat box techniques yet, but I've got some kick ass lyrics. (Oops, Mum says I shouldn't say words like that, but I think you've got to sound tough if you're going to be a rapper dog). It looks like there isn't a whole lot of competition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for the suggestions for my rapper name. Here's what we have so far:</span><br />
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<ul></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lil RuAZ,</b> <b>suggested by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_874126902">Khyra</a></b><a href="http://khyraskhorner.blogspot.com/"><b> </b></a></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tenacious Barks-a-lot, suggested by <a href="http://dailydoseofjack.blogspot.com/">JackDaddy</a></b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><b>SpareChange, suggested by <a href="http://kt-goldens.blogspot.com/">KT and Lady</a> </b></span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: large;">Anyone else want to suggest one? When I'm rich and famous, I'll give you a mention in my credits.</span><b> </b>Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-75150275710450206372010-10-21T12:12:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:12:35.418-07:00Mini-break in the country<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATFyQNEiQpZnNNb5wAAEmvYGkW1BdT9giEI04taCwFOfprKhw5pdo0JiP2CnIh3i6oXtUZgjw1IrQTPi1tGrjnOMXcCsdV5-5dQVnYb3ACFFST-utU4QfhUCYWIdaY_7X0NOH/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATFyQNEiQpZnNNb5wAAEmvYGkW1BdT9giEI04taCwFOfprKhw5pdo0JiP2CnIh3i6oXtUZgjw1IrQTPi1tGrjnOMXcCsdV5-5dQVnYb3ACFFST-utU4QfhUCYWIdaY_7X0NOH/s640/IMG_0158.JPG" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mum's going away this weekend, to the place where <a href="http://dailydoseofjack.blogspot.com/">Jack and the Tall Guy</a> live. She's going to be learning some super special techniques to make peoples' bad backs and hurting necks go away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I'm a bit blue today. But later on, Aunty Julie is coming over to take me for a walk and give me my dinner, and then I'm going on my own mini vacation to Cornville! Okay, so I don't think Cornville is as fancy as the place my mum's going, but I'll get to stay with my friends Babushka and Toma, and their mum and dad. And they have grass! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Do you like my new eyebrow piercing?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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There are just a couple of staples in there at the moment, but Mum says I can have a stud.* I'm also going to have a new rapper name. Got any suggestions?<br />
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*Note from Mum: I said nothing of the sort. Ruby had a tiny lump removed that is currently being biopsied. The staples aren't the most endearing look, but will have to stay for 14 days.Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-6834481518461258382010-10-15T22:02:00.002-07:002010-10-15T22:06:35.724-07:00Oops, I Did It Again!I had a special day out with Mum and Dad this week. They took me to one of the creeks we hadn't been to yet this year. It's a bit of a drive, and a bit of a hike, too, to get to the good place. We took a picnic and found the perfect spot under the trees, where the creek is wide and clear and the swimming good.<br />
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We had the place to ourselves, and knowing how much Mum and Dad like to be on their own, I thought I'd help out and make sure no one else came down to our spot. <i>What a great idea</i>, I hear you say, <i>What a thoughtful pup!</i> <i>Ruby's Mum and Dad must be so proud of her!</i> You see, I knew you'd all agree with me.<br />
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Well, here's what happened. I discovered <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skunk">Mr Stinky</a> was taking a nap in the bushes, so I went down there and roused him out of his slumbers. Quick as a flash, he turned his butt on me and shared some of that amazing perfume - the stuff peoples don't seem to like at all. I rushed back over to Mum and Dad to tell them about it and show them what a thoughtful girl I am. You're with me on this one, right? I know! It was a pure stroke of genius and they would shower me with love and affection.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Now, brace yourselves for what happened next, because there was suddenly a very strange turn of events. Were they happy? No! Were they grateful? Not one bit! In fact, everything went downhill from here.There was a lot of yelling. Mum and Dad ran as far away from me as they could. They actually RAN AWAY from me! Next, they ordered me into the creek and made me stay there for hours and hours (note from Mum<i> - it was only about 30 minutes</i>). There was no petting, no heaping of praise upon me, and worst of all, absolutely no treats. We didn't even eat the picnic!<br />
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Instead of staying at our wonderful picnic spot, we all marched back to the car, where Mum proceeded to wrap me in the picnic blanket and told me I wasn't to move for the whole ride home. The rest of the day is a blur of being hosed down and washed with various concoctions until Dad finally declared that I was okay to come back in the house.<br />
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I don't know. You try to be a good pup with your peoples' best interests at heart and look what happens. Think I'm gonna move to Texas!Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-30562731143008419162010-08-19T22:24:00.000-07:002010-08-19T22:24:43.776-07:00Spot the Difference<div style="text-align: left;">I know a few of you out there don't like to see these sorts of pictures, but I need some help. Can someone please tell me, what is the difference between this...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">And this?</div><br />
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Yes, this bright, stripey one is pretty scary isn't it?<br />
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That first one is a snake that was in our courtyard a few weeks ago, and Mum was very clear that I shouldn't go anywhere near it. So when I spotted this stripey one in the massage room, no less, just as Mum was about to start working on a client, I thought I'd better tell her about it. She obviously hadn't seen it, even though it was sitting RIGHT NEAR HER FEET!<br />
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I tiptoed over, but jumped back when it looked like it was going to strike. (Just a couple of days ago we saw a rattlesnake on one of our walks. I nearly jumped out of my fur when it rattled at me, and Mum said it was ready to strike, so I had to go on my leash and stay well clear of it.) This stripey one wasn't making a sound, but it sure did look shifty lying there all coiled up. And I'm pretty sure I saw it move. You'd have been scared too, right?<br />
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Well, it turns out that this sort of snake isn't one to be scared of at all. It's called a skipping snake and is the kind you can swing around and jump over. That's the only sort of snake you can do that with, so Mum says you shouldn't try this at home with just any snake.<br />
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So, how do you tell the difference? I've no idea, so be safe, peoples and puppies. I say, if it looks like a snake, stay away!Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-48042665341333043092010-07-16T12:49:00.001-07:002010-07-16T14:20:57.221-07:00And a good time was had by all<div style="text-align: left;">Boy, does that vacation seem a long time ago! Like it wasn't even this summer. I don't know why we couldn't stay there all the time in those nice, cool mountains. Now I'm confined to the house most of the day as it's HOT and STICKY here. I don't like it one bit.</div><br />
You're probably wondering if we chased off that coyote yet. Well, it's still around, but hasn't been too bothersome recently, which is good, because the Fish and Game people have been a bit busy with <a href="http://sedonatimes.com/the-bear-the-bear/">another visitor</a>.<br />
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Of course, I got to ride in the front seat most of the way. It's my favorite place to ride, even though my travel bed is in the back, I just go there if I'm really tired. That's usually on the way home. Actually, I think Mum should ride in the back because she takes up more than her fair share of the front seat when she insists on riding in it with me.<br />
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Some of the time I do have to be in the navigator's seat, helping Dad by keeping my eye keenly on the road, and my paws pointing the way. You never know when I'm going to have to leap to action and take over the driving.<br />
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This is where we camped, near the lake. I had my very own special camping table. Yes, it's true. The keen-eyed among you may have noticed this is in fact my ramp for getting in the back of the car. Apparently, it weighs quite a lot, and took up some of the luggage space Mum and Dad had reserved for (in my opinion), frivolous and unnecessary items. A second cooler for wine and beer, for example - see what I mean? Who needs that? Anyway, it meant it had to serve double duty.<br />
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I could have run for miles on the mountain. This is the place with the biggest meadow in the world where we went last year. You can't even see how big it is in this picture. I think it would take me a whole day to run from one end to the other, but I didn't get a chance to find out. Mum insisted on keeping me close by, because we saw a bear on one of our trips up the mountain road. I've never seen a bear, but I smell them a lot when we're up there.<br />
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Although there are lots of lakes where we go camping, no one is allowed to swim in them. They're for fishing only. I love to fish, so it seems a bit unfair. To make up for not getting any water time, on the way home, we spent a whole day at the creek with the blue/green water. I swam and swam, and fished and fished, and finally got so tired, I had to find a shady spot on the beach to recover.<br />
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Now, that's what I call a vacation!Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-6365496859177368402010-06-13T15:01:00.003-07:002010-06-13T15:08:36.281-07:00Bringing in the Big GunsIf you've been reading about my adventures for a while, you may remember me mentioning a certain coyote I've had a few tangles with from <a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-years-old-and-still-getting-into.html">time</a> to <a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-on-wild-side.html">time</a>. Well, it's been almost 2 years now and Mum and Dad have decided it's time to bring in the Big Guns.<br />
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I think it had something to do with a couple of incidents recently. A few nights ago, the coyote dared to come to the front terrace and take me by surprise while I was having an early evening snooze. It actually tried to come up over the railings, but I was having none of it and a ferocious battle ensued through the bars. Dad came running out to see the coyote on its hind legs, reaching up to the railing. I haven't been allowed out on the terrace at night on my own since then, and that's a sad state of affairs, as you can imagine. I can't defend my territory, and I know that coyote has just been swanning through the bushes and leaving its scent all along the side of the house.<br />
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Case in point, two mornings later, Mum and I went on our early morning leash walk. She lets me decide which way to go, so we hurried to the library, because I could smell the coyote had left some fresh scent in that direction. Little did Mum know quite how fresh the scent was. I was just catching up to the latest smells and realizing we were getting nice and close when we heard the familiar "yip, yip, yip" and the coyote popped out from behind a bush. Talk about mad! I was beside myself and took the opportunity to use my nifty slipping out of the collar trick. That always gets Mum yelling at the top of her lungs and chasing after me.<br />
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We got a pretty good run through the field of foxtails and under the barbed wire fence to the little park at the bottom of our street. I was just about to nab it when our neighbor came out holding her little dog and the coyote managed to slip away. My Mum has always taught me good manners, and I thought it would be rude to rush on past without stopping to say hello. Besides, the neighbor lady was using that sweet, high-pitched voice to talk to me and I can never resist. Plus, I wanted to get a closer look at the little dog tucked under her arm. So I changed tack and set my butt to wiggling, edging up to them for some pettings, and possibly a yummy treat.<br />
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Dad had been out in the car looking for us, because he'd also heard the yip, yip, yipping from up at the house. He got on the phone to Animal Control, who decided this was a job for Fish and Game. That sounds like a whole lot of fun to me. Fishing is one of my favorite pastimes, and I'm up for a good game any time. This game is called Operation Intercept and Intimidate. They've assigned me a personal assistant called Lee, and together we're going to show this coyote what's what. He knows all the sneaky coyote tricks, so I think we're in with a good chance for success.<br />
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I'll tell you more about it when I write again. We're off on a camping trip for a while as Mum and Dad said we all need a good rest.<br />
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By the way, what do you think of my recent pedicure? It's supposed to keep the foxtails out of my toes.<br />
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Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you about Dirty Harry. I'm so glad he showed up for this photo, so Mum and Dad can stop blaming me for eating the bird eggs. No time to explain now. I need to oversee the packing and make sure they're taking enough treats for me. See you when we get back.Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-14749301443704031582010-05-09T16:31:00.000-07:002016-08-14T13:16:59.243-07:00A Visit from Major Brushing and Colonel Groom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mum says I look like a scruff bag and need to have a Major Brushing. Dad suggested we have Colonel Groom come along too. Have they been to visit at your house? Mum said we need to have them here because of all the foxtails and filaree seeds that have suddenly appeared. They keep getting stuck between my toes, and even though I try to pick them out, my fur just ends up a gooey mess from all the licking and I have to ask Mum to help. She said I look like a scruff bag and will need to have the fur trimmed back on my paws. I hope it will help. Those foxtails are nasty.<br />
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I thought you'd all like to know that <a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10643948">Juanita</a> is doing very well and is back to her old self after her <a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-tale.html">scary adventure</a> and losing her dad. Chasing rabbits is a whole lot of fun, so I think she's happy now. She's living with an animal doctor, so must be well taken care of.<br />
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I got a couple of awards a while ago, so I think it's time to post them (that's what Mum said, anyway).<br />
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Joanne Fox from <a href="http://jfoxwriter.blogspot.com/">A Zigzag Road</a> in the UK gave me this Beautiful Blogger Award:<br />
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and the Sunshine Award came from <a href="http://wrigleysworld-wrigley.blogspot.com/">Wrigley</a>:<br />
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I know there are all sorts of rules about these awards and what we're supposed to do with them, but we're not much for following rules and instructions in our family. I'm really happy that you gave them to me, though.<br />
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Now I'd better go and get ready for my important visitors.Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-8091310541839694122010-04-16T12:46:00.003-07:002010-04-16T12:51:26.341-07:00Fit for a Princess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mum has a special little chair in her bedroom where all her stuffed animals sit. Note they are HER stuffed animals and I'm not allowed to play with them. How mean is that? There's Kaali the koala , who's been with Mum her whole life, Little Ted and Even Littler Ted, Puppy, Donkey, Lamby, Owly and Peter the possum puppet who came here all the way from Australia. And then there's Bradley the Rabbit from India, who takes pride of place right slap bang in the middle. Doesn't he look silly? That chair is way to big for him! And what are those other guys doing looking at him like he's the king or something.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">so I thought I'd try that chair for size. Just perfect!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I always knew that chair should be mine. I am a princess, after all, and every princess deserves their own <strike>throne</strike> chair.</div>Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-74553916848553744792010-03-30T12:00:00.000-07:002010-03-30T12:00:41.802-07:00A Sad Tale<a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/video.cfm?c_id=1&gal_gid=110247&gallery_id=110225">This puppy</a> was alone at sea for 16 days. Her name is Juanita and she was sailing with her dad who is the brother of our friend (Thandi's mum) here in Sedona.<br />
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It's been a very sad time for us all, waiting to hear news. The night we heard her dad, Paul, was lost at sea, a dog came to my mum in the dream to let her know that she was lost and needed to get back to her people, but even though everyone looked for the boat, they didn't find it for another two weeks.<br />
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I think Nita was very lonely on the boat all that time on her own and couldn't understand what had happened to her dad. Thandi's mum had to go on a long trip to the place where Nita the puppy is now so that she can make sure she is looked after by someone, now she doesn't have a dad any more.<br />
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Nita was a very brave girl to spend all that time on her own. Luckily she had food and water, and a comfy bed to sleep on. Here are <a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/image.cfm?c_id=1&gal_gid=110247&gallery_id=110227#6877392">some more pictures</a> of her being rescued from the yacht.<br />
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I like going to the seaside, but I don't think I want to go out in the middle of the ocean in a big storm.<br />
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Please give your puppies some extra rubbles and huggings today, and send some love to all the people who are missing Nita's daddy.Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-75455673652204367802010-03-10T21:55:00.000-07:002010-03-10T21:55:12.797-07:00Wordless Wednesday (Almost) - Birthday Edition<div style="text-align: center;">I got snow for my birthday, and lots of it! Mum and Dad had it delivered overnight right to our house, then we went on an outing to where it was snowing a lot and the snow had gotten really deep. It was the best birthday present ever!</div><br />
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Mum call this one of my "butter wouldn't melt" photos, and says that looking at me here, you wouldn't believe the trouble I've been in recently. <br />
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If you've been reading my blog for a while, you may remember me mentioning a particularly bothersome coyote that stalks our neighborhood. I wrote about it <a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-on-wild-side.html">here</a>. I haven't seen too much of him this winter, that is until about a week ago. Dad took me for my first walk on that day because Mum was teaching a class and had a lot to do. Usually, when Mum takes me in the morning, we walk around the neighborhood and I'm on my leash, but Dad thought it would be nice for me to run around, so we went to the trail instead. Well, we certainly got to run around, but I think it was a bit more than Dad was expecting.<br />
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"My" coyote was up there and we spent an hour chasing each other back and forth all over the place. Dad was very mad at me and was trying to keep up, but I was even madder at that coyote. Dad got very muddy and I got very tired. Mum and Dad gave me "the talk" when we got home, and the next day I could barely walk.<br />
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Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm going to be 10 years old. Apparently, that means I'm supposed to be more dignified and not go around getting into trouble by chasing coyotes or barking at javelinas. I have been trying. Especially since Mum and Dad said they would take me on a special outing for my birthday if I was good. I'm keeping my paws crossed that I've been good enough.Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-9469601677997289402010-02-14T20:35:00.001-07:002010-02-15T15:22:24.010-07:00Working the Boo Boo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3x-Soqi9EpY_3IWSJ4bSK6b3WRYWi0RsxQ0U_tsBMHh4kVrtpNwXD6hFh7PWsjIfrPznLkYWs5-XToMDkMCgg41V-4X8i6Tr4j7G2LyJzQXsUUhiR9sLZpx2H63rXYuXToDRs/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3x-Soqi9EpY_3IWSJ4bSK6b3WRYWi0RsxQ0U_tsBMHh4kVrtpNwXD6hFh7PWsjIfrPznLkYWs5-XToMDkMCgg41V-4X8i6Tr4j7G2LyJzQXsUUhiR9sLZpx2H63rXYuXToDRs/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mum caught me licking my shoulder boo boo this morning. When the vet's called to check up on me, they said I should wear a T-shirt.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgAHjzFGmj3KsjZgxqPcsDWF7erSuxXZeGUDhzOgT0Jcu247-hTKL2TCbfofmWOMlwHzRzyEbnwc37G4FioNXLzAmX9I_yZJ4v3rjqxfH9pMkNMEYmml1XHG4yfQp2LwBtqTk/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgAHjzFGmj3KsjZgxqPcsDWF7erSuxXZeGUDhzOgT0Jcu247-hTKL2TCbfofmWOMlwHzRzyEbnwc37G4FioNXLzAmX9I_yZJ4v3rjqxfH9pMkNMEYmml1XHG4yfQp2LwBtqTk/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I'm supposed to be resting up today, so all I was allowed was a bit of "stick".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Thanks for all your kind comments. I took your advice and have been making sure Mum and Dad remember at all times that I've got a REALLY BAD owie and need lots of treats to make me feel better. I do have some extra special treats that the vet gave me to take away the hurty part and make sure nothing nasty grows in the owie patch. I get extra chicken with them.<br />
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Jack, please tell the Tall Guy he should definitely learn how to do the arm pushy thing. Mum says it's called surrogate energy testing and it was my friend <a href="http://www.learnenergymedicine.com/">Donna Eden</a> who taught her how to do it. Mum teaches it to other people in Sedona and sometimes does it on their puppies too. It can help your peoples know what food is best for you, or what food gives you an upset tummy. If you're feeling poorly, they can find out what's hurting. Of course, if they just listened to what we're telling them all the time, they wouldn't have to do all this, but there you go.Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-28221136412830179672010-02-13T22:36:00.001-07:002010-02-13T22:42:25.981-07:00The Most Expensive Cactus in Sedona<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZsMyqitCSDT_6_NWp7E2sZV5mN5osSef8g4Qai8Cy5MVx1fEPM6gy6ChW3oWrXvTQGk5O7TRmJfP_tWVVe7WJvPJrlOtor0h7eL37JJbAVundtuwXeYeXeOttqvNzEa1H6ym/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZsMyqitCSDT_6_NWp7E2sZV5mN5osSef8g4Qai8Cy5MVx1fEPM6gy6ChW3oWrXvTQGk5O7TRmJfP_tWVVe7WJvPJrlOtor0h7eL37JJbAVundtuwXeYeXeOttqvNzEa1H6ym/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a very expensive cactus spine. It cost $139. Mum says she's going to frame it. I think it cost so much because it's very old. It's been in my shoulder for ages, apparently. That's why my leg has been hurting and I couldn't jump in the car. Everyone said I had Are-Fright-Us. Today, it hurt a lot and made me limp so I had to pull out all my best communication skills to let Mum and Dad know about it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I couldn't reach my shoulder, so I licked my paw. They looked and looked, but couldn't find anything in my paw. I could have told them that. Finally, Mum decided they should do the arm pushy thing. It's a funny process, but I humor them because they don't seem to be able to hear a lot of what I tell them. Mum touches me somewhere and Dad pushes against her other arm to see how strong she is. When she's not strong, it means there's something up with the place where she's touching me. After lots of pushing and touching all over my leg, they found there was something up with my shoulder. That's when Mum found the cactus spine. But it had been there so long it was right inside and poking in the muscle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That meant a trip to my vet, Dr Ford at <a href="http://www.canyonpet.com/">Canyon Pet Hospital</a>. He wanted to do something called Anna Sees Ya so he could have a look inside my shoulder and take out the hurty thing. Mum didn't want him doing that because it makes me sick, so he said if I was a good girl and could be very still, he could do a local. He and the nice girl with the treats took me to another room and told me "Check!", which means I have to lie very still while they look for cactus spines and burrs. I couldn't feel anything they were doing, but there was a lot of poking around and then he did some sewing, which seemed a bit strange, but he was a nice man so I didn't make a fuss.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's how my shoulder looks now after the sewing. I have too much fur for the sewing to look good, so the girl shaved a little square to show it off better. I think it shows up the stitching rather well, don't you? I only get to keep it for about 10 days, so I'll have to make sure I have all my friends over for a viewing. I thought you'd like to see it too, so here's a photo Mum took when we got home. It's a cruciate stitch, which is quite fancy. I would have preferred a purple thread, but there didn't seem to be a choice on offer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHDdSA9u1xv0A88sAquPspOZkCVbxl5e8iALcXqXivswxXxIGiq-27J8Xi43OOVM2m4nbAnapFsGsVOGdCa6EWehmXJJsXVuCE_23HxP1McIo7gyYssZ47yOHwHAzX8PyJSXK/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHDdSA9u1xv0A88sAquPspOZkCVbxl5e8iALcXqXivswxXxIGiq-27J8Xi43OOVM2m4nbAnapFsGsVOGdCa6EWehmXJJsXVuCE_23HxP1McIo7gyYssZ47yOHwHAzX8PyJSXK/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" /></a> </div>And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more serious matters to attend to, such as making sure Dad doesn't forget to give me some of his dinner.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXYlfZDLKDp7Ym1erylaJb-vT_g6ycsNqKx65CovMljL-Lstfc30SujRV0bXpbyhE_4xlU1gfEJwamuETdHhqT8T05wZZVh9LnNvrji4PjxMd1i9J_X6nGX2PgZldPeatrM0P/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXYlfZDLKDp7Ym1erylaJb-vT_g6ycsNqKx65CovMljL-Lstfc30SujRV0bXpbyhE_4xlU1gfEJwamuETdHhqT8T05wZZVh9LnNvrji4PjxMd1i9J_X6nGX2PgZldPeatrM0P/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" /></a></div>Ruby Red Doghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12787946443237881140noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-21401085730362091902010-01-30T13:37:00.000-07:002010-01-30T13:37:14.076-07:00Stylish Saturday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As you may know, I love parties and have been to a fair few of them in my time. These days, though, being an almost-10-year-old girl and all, I don't like to party quite so hard as I used to. Come 9 o'clock, I'm ready to call it a night. Someone snapped these photos of me at Thanksgiving last year, when we went over to Babushka and Toma's house. When the peoples were still in the kitchen whooping it up, I snuck up on the couch (couches are out of bounds to 4-leggeds in that house). When I was spotted, they said I looked so comfy I could stay there. The hat wasn't my idea, but I wasn't about to complain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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So last night, I was at another party, of sorts. This was a bit of a different affair. It was something to do with some of my (and my mum's) favorite people, <a href="http://www.learnenergymedicine.com/">Donna Eden and David Feinstein</a>. A lot of people gathered in the kind of place I'm not usually allowed to go to. But this time, because my mum was organizing it, I was allowed in. I got really excited, like when I was a puppy, and wanted to greet all the people. There was a human puppy there too, who was Donna and David's grandson and I got to hang out with him a lot in the place where the people came in and out.<br />
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One of the best parts of the evening was seeing my old friend Pépé right outside the windows. I so wanted to go and give him a piece of my mind about <a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pepe-le-who.html">that incident during the summer</a>, but they wouldn't let me at him. He knew I was on to him, and kept coming up to the glass and taunting me. I'm pooped now from all the exertions and greeting all the peoples. So even though I'm not wearing the hat, this is pretty much what I look like today.<br />
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