Who says a dog has to live a dog’s life? Ruby thinks she’s a person and is doing her best to learn English. Sometimes I see her looking at me and I know she’s thinking, “How can any human be so stupid? Can’t she see I want her to play?” She’s very patient with me though. She doesn’t bark at me to throw the ball or to get my attention (unless someone is coming into the yard or our house).
When I put her food down for her, she sits very tall on her mat and waits for me to say, “Okay,” before she goes to her dish. She’s very biddable. She’s at my heels everywhere I go and has to be part of everything. If I go to the computer, she scoots under the desk and stays there until I get up to move to another room. If I go downstairs to watch TV, she lies down beside my chair.
One good thing is that when I brush my teeth, she wants hers brushed too. It’s a nightly ritual for me to put a tiny bit of toothpaste on her brush and say, “Let’s brush your teeth.” She runs to her doggie bed and lies down, always facing me, so we can do her teeth. I never have to get her to turn around. She knows the drill.
Although she’s a hunting dog and is the absolute best for pheasants or other upland bird hunting, she’s a very gentle,well-behaved pet.
She wasn’t always like that. When she was young, the first few weeks nearly killed me. I wanted to kill her at times! (Not seriously, but she did stir some ugly thoughts in me.) Then I would feel terrible for thinking such horrible things about a cute little puppy. But you have no idea what she put me through in those first couple of months. Here you can see the evil in her eyes.
But that was then, and this is now. I’ve bought her a new doggie bed. What do you think? Does she love it or does she love it?