Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

I sees it. I takes it.

I honestly never thought I'd have to write this post. Mostly because, Ruby appeared to be indestructible. She could eat anything. She could swim for miles, in a swift river or in the ocean and be fine. Her favorite thing to do was to swim out past the breakers and surf back to the beach. She dodged traffic - on her multiple trips around town. She even survived the slammer after the dog cops picked her up on one of her adventures.

But, in the end, she couldn't beat liver failure. It came on her quick.

Now, often when someone dies, they become a 'better person' after death. People tend to forget that they weren't that nice and they end up being a little softer around the edges. I'm here to say, that is not and will not be the case with Ruby. She was truly a bad dog. A bad, bad dog. That doesn't mean she wasn't hilarious. But, when you've got a dog ruled by an over active nose and what even the most amateur psychiatrist would call a serious eating disorder, you end up with a lot of bad dog behavior.

There was really no way to discipline her - it was worth being sent to the garage in exchange for two dozen cookies - even if they were technically for Santa.

Socks! My favorite!

We tried to make her uncomfortable with her decisions i.e. steal socks, wear socks... All we had then was a dog walking around in mismatched socks.... Which in and of itself was hilarious. Even to her.

She was great with the kids and she tolerated dress up, lip gloss and being snuggled with blankets and various stuffed animals. She would then steal one for fun. And, we'd have a crying kid...

Her food stealing skills were to the level of legendary and I'm sure she was a cat burglar in a previous life.



She could steal whole meals without disturbing the plate or silverware.

Some of her favorite foods include, but are not limited to, the following:

They were delicious!

Pancakes
Garlic bread
Frozen chicken
Gingerbread houses
Chocolate chip cookies
Pizza
Birthday cake
Candy melts (that was a really, really bad night)
School lunches
Beer
Cupcakes (especially if they need to be taken to a party)
Hamburgers (she preferred deluxe, with tomato and pickle)
Hotdogs




Now, will it be nice to not have to store cupcakes and cookies on top of the fridge to keep them from her reach?
Yes. Of course.

Will it be nice to not sweep and vacuum up piles of retriever?
Yes. Of course.

Will the house be quieter?
Yes. Of course.


And, that. That is the part that gets you...

Ruby Tuesday.