one year ago today, ruby left the building.
a common remark for the passing of a beast is "she did her best." well ruby did more than her best, she kicked ass and took names. our home was burglarized shortly before ruby joined the family. at the time we had a gentle old lab/shepherd cross. she was a fabulous beast, i am incapable of adequately describing the beauty of her soul and purity of her spirit. when the house was burglarized, she was locked in the basement due to her incontinence. several months later, her time was up and the ruby era began.
after your home has been violated, there's always a strange feeling in your gut when entering the house. you lose that feeling of confidence and security because in the back of your mind, there might be some asshole hiding behind the door with evil intentions. ruby was a 35 pound orphan described as a lab cross. i was drawn to her due to her size. after having a few large beasts who had a difficult time climbing stairs in their old age, a 35 pound dog seemed to be the perfect size. i would be able to carry her up and down the stairs in her old age. but the 35 pound orphan, advertised as being full grown, blossomed into a 90 pound pitbull with a nasty disposition.
it didn't take long for the feeling of fear and uneasiness to disappear when entering the empty house. it turned into, i wonder what ruby has destroyed. ruby had a very bad case of separation anxiety. she chewed everything with electrical cords being one of her specialties. i don't know how in the hell she escaped being electrocuted. one day she ate a box of chocolate brownie mix and it quickly passed through her digestive tract resulting in ample dark diarrhea. i'll never forget that day because it didn't smell like feces. it went through her so fast that it just smelled like chocolate soup. on another day she ate a bag of grass seed. later that day i took her for a walk and she left a steaming pile of grass seed filled crap at the edge of a park. it was just too soup-like to pick up so i left it. after a few days the seed began sprout and it turned into a lovely chia pet. it lasted all summer and it brought a smile to my face every time i saw it. god bless ruby.
ruby protected us very well for 12 years. she was no angel and frequently threatened to bite me when we had a difference of opinion. but so it goes, i'd rather have a beast with a backbone than some sweet cuddly cute decorator dog. ruby was a working dog and she did her job well. there were no security breaches on her watch.
god bless you ruby, i'm pretty sure you're kicking ass in valhalla. i miss you a great deal and i'm very close to shedding water for you at this moment. for a would-be fremen of dune, shedding water is a rare occurrence.
i love you sons of bitches.