School Time!



I love you Mom.



First, apologies for not taking a single new picture of Ruby for the last two weeks. It's not that she hasn't done anything worthy of capturing, I just...haven't. I took this one just now. Ruby in her usual spot, right at my feet. It's like having an extra pair of 99-pound shoes I'm forever tripping over.

My last post illustrated my concern with some growing behavior issues. Specifically Ruby getting downright nasty with a passing stranger. I enrolled her in Creations Dog Training Center's Obedience 1 class. Our first class was last Thursday, and then we went again this Thursday. So far, she's not been kicked out, sent to Time Out, or made to stand in the corner. However, if she had thumbs and the ability to hold chalk, I'm fairly certain that the trainer would have suggested she write 'I will sit quietly in obedience school' 1,000 times the first night.

Night one of obedience school - there were three dogs in the class. Small, medium and large. A Puggle named Missy (kind of adorable), a golden retreiver named Jazzy, and my calm and relaxed Great Dane (please don't miss the sarcasm). All are roughly the same age, between one and two years old. Ruby was extremely hyper when we got into the training room, which is a metal strip mall unit with concrete floors, so very loud. All Ruby wanted to do was play with the Puggle. She pulled and tugged and pulled some more. She whined and barked, wrapped herself around several chairs, and knocked over the divider between us and the Puggle. When I stood up with her, she did her infamous Jack Russel leap. Stephanie, the trainer, started with baby steps, getting to know each of our dogs' areas of concern. Not surprisingly, Ruby's main problem was identified as fear. So we worked on building trust, learning the concept of using a clicker and treats as a reward system, and some basic commands. It took me awhile to get Ruby's focus, but she eventually figured it out and responded well to the clicker. We discussed eye contact with strangers and how the fact that the woman on the street made eye contact with Ruby may have been the trigger for her. Dogs have two reactions to fear. Fight or flight. I had her pinned, so flight wasn't an option. So she chose to fight. Conquering the reasons behind the fear are what I most want to work on. But knowing that is a trigger has proven to be helpful since that night.

At the end of the class, Stephanie gave us homework. At least a 45 minute walk every day, then some structured play time, and then we were to work on walking. She demonstrated, with all 12 pounds of Puggle, the best way to respond to pulling on the lead. which was to pull Missy back and make her stay at her side. I let her finish and then asked how you do that with 99 pounds of dog at the end of the leash. I'm pretty strong, but just can't get Ruby to understand what I want. No matter how short or long the lead, Ruby gets to the end of it and pulls as hard as she can. Makes for an exhausting walk, and not something I look forward to...ever. So Stephanie let the others go home (Ruby had to stay after class...shocker) and presented us with a Halti. A gentle leader. I described the scene at Petco the first time I tried to put a similar device on her, and how I had to restock all the leashes and collars that day because Ruby wiped the shelves clean in her twisting, jumping FREAKOUT.

Stephanie showed me how to get her used to the device while giving her some treats. As a test, she simply tried putting it on her and Ruby responded with pure anger. Backed up, barked the big dog mean bark, hackles up, etc. Clearly, this was going to take some work. It was funny how exhausted Ruby was after school that night. A lot of stimulation for an hour I guess. We started working on the Halti the next day. She was NOT a fan, but by Saturday I had managed to get it on her. Not in a way that I could take her outside with it, as she was back in freakout mode, but by Monday, we were ready to walk.

Funny how sometimes all things are against me. The elements converged to produce every obstacles and distraction available for our hour around the 'hood.  As we started out, it took some stops and starts to get her to stop thinking about the Halti and just focus on the walk. Just about the time she did, we walked by The Barking Yard. A woman who operates a dog rescue and never has less than 5 dogs in her yard, all of them going crazy at the same time. I got Ruby in the street to bypass The Barking Yard. Around the corner, two little kids in their driveway, on Big Wheels...with a CAT. That took some effort to work around. Lots of talk, command, click, treat. Repeat. Shortly past that house, there were three teenage boys playing basketball and the ball got away from them and rolled into the street about the time we were there. Another stop, command, click, treat. Then a couple on bicycles passed us. We had to stop and watch. They smiled and waved and I told them it was our first day with the Halti. A house or two up from that, a gust of wind kicked up, blowing last season's leaves across our path, causing an instant attempt at a game of 'attack the blowing leaves.'  Stop, command, click, treat. Around the corner from THAT came four young boys on bicycles, screaming and yelling at each other as boys do. Stop, watch, praise, click, treat. Oy, enough already! As we turned the corner toward home, the yard on the corner had the ever-present friendly bunny sitting out front. He's almost always there, openly mocking my dog. Today was no exception. We had to stop, click, treat, talk, calm, click, treat. Sigh. Somehow we had made it around the whole block in just under 40 minutes, and only two houses from our driveway, came the harmless squirrel. The little bastard of course couldn't stay in his tree, he had to dive down to the ground, then romp playfully across the street. I came close to having to pin Ruby, but the Halti gave me the control I needed.  It didn't stop the Jack Russell leaping.

Uggh. One block, the walk that normally takes us 12-15 minutes, took us 45. I was exhausted, Ruby was exhausted, and we still had to have 'structured playtime.' That turned out to be more fun than I expected. Instead of forcing 'fetch' which Ruby just thinks is a retarded game, I decided to fold and we played Keep-Away. Hey, she's having fun, I'm having fun, I have no reason to make her return things to me (although the ability to fetch me a rum and diet coke would be nice). So Keep-Away it is. She grabs a tennis ball, I pretend I want it, she races around in circles. And then praise, click, treat. Today at the end of our walk, I removed the Halti and she raced to the backyard and grabbed the closest tennis ball. She gets it.

So week one ideas were helpful. Week two, there was another dog there, a Maltie/Yorkie mix named Izzy. Izzy is the XS in our now XS/S/M/L class. Stephanie was happy to see Ruby wearing the Halti. CALMLY wearing the Halti and there was no mistaking the change in control. Ruby did well, we worked on walking, together. Next week we will break out the agility moves.

I brought along my husband this week. The one who has been mentioned in this very blog from time to time as taking pleasure in playing rough and scaring the daylights out of Ruby. To be fair, it's how he plays with the Bulldog. Because the Bulldog LOVES it. It is game on when Dad gets on the floor and stares her down. It makes Ruby terrified. And sneaking up on the Bulldog and scaring her is just sport. It makes Ruby pee. It might have come up in week one, to the trainer, that this is where I feel some of Ruby's fearful nature has come from. So I brought him along, we discussed rough play, worked together building trust, and came away with more good suggestions for having a more peaceful relationship with my dog. Next week, I'll bring one of the teeangers. Sometimes hearing information from a third party is the only way things get through to people. Stephanie has raised there Great Danes so always has some good behavior tips. And she made me feel tons better when she said 'Danes can't catch.'  Thank God. I thought it was just my dumb dog.

One of my favorite tips from this week is a peanut butter popsicle. A small plastic container filled with peanut butter and frozen. We take it on walks and hold it right where we want her to walk, so as not to encourage her to get to the end of the leash and pull. We had a very pleasant walk around the neighborhood this morning. 45 minutes, looping every street, stopping every now and again for praise, click, treat, or a lick of peanut butter.

Success, for sure.

On the homefront, Monday we left Ruby out for the day, as always, and she ate a hole in the front of the couch, pooped on the floor twice, and peed on it once. Clearly, still work to do, but...baby steps. Maybe in the remaining six weeks of Obedience 1 we can tackle inappropriate furniture eating.

I'll leave you with a photo. After Ruby ate the couch Monday, I decided to play hard ball and since previous attempts at kenneling had gone poorly, I made sure she was secure this time. I actually nailed the kennel to some shelving, gave her a pile of toys, her food and water, and a blanket. She shredded the blanket, spilled the food, dumped the water on the shredded blanket, and dismembered a purple stuffed monkey.  All in a day for Ruby. Actually, in a half day. This is what I found when I came home for lunch that day to check on her:

till next time...

Lots of News

SIX weeks without an update! Technically seven, but six makes me feel a little better.

When I last reported on Ruby's endlessly eventful life, the family was getting into some pretty hard and heavy kitchen renovations (hence my temporary disappearance). Now that life is settling back in, I have time to breathe and give a new report. Ruby was, um...not helpful...through almost all renovations. She spent a lot of extra days at 'camp' and as always, that was worth every penny. Between the renovations and the lousy weather, camp was about the only outlet for her boundless energy. She's still chasing squirrels and has had a couple of near misses. One crossed UNDER her one day and hit her. I'm not sure if Ruby was more scared, or the squirrel!



Watching the BIG blizzard.



The vital stats. Her growth has leveled off and a visit to see Dr. Burk for her annual checkup last week revealed that she is 'only' 99 pounds. We all expected bigger. Dr. Burk thinks she will fill out a little more over the next year, but probably won't top 120. SOME people in this house have taken to calling her Runt. But I prefer 'petite.'  When she runs through the house on one of her crazy puppy runs (yes, they still happen), she sounds like all of her 99 pounds and then some. And she has the gas of a 1000 pound gorilla. Come ON what does this dog EAT??

Next, her gift for finding trouble continues. She's still obsessed with socks. And with burying every toy she has in the couch located in the front living room. She has all but destroyed it with her digging, despite all our attempts to cover it, move it, remove the cushions, and pile things on it so she can't get to it. She manages to find a way in every time and the couch continues to go south. When the cabinets came in the house, she immediately started tasting them all. We have no idea why, since none of us had the desire to lick the cabinets and find out what the appeal was. But lick them she did, until she finally responded to getting yelled at. At one point, she walked by a piece of cabinetry and promptly opened her mouth on it like it was a brand new chew toy. Fortunately I caught her in the act and she has yet to make a meal of any of the cabinetry.

This past weekend I was painting the sliding glass door and she was watching, never far from my side. Then decided she needed to see what white semi-gloss paint tasted like. It's apparently not as tasty as stained cherry cabinetry, because she only licked once and then spent the next 10 minutes trying to get the paint off her tongue. Idiot. She's also destroyed dozens of dog toys (I've not had time to sew the random parts back together), and one remote control. No reason. It was just there one day. So she ate it. Remarkably, it still works.

I finally got a vehicle a few weeks ago. A 2003 Jeep Wrangler. Ruby immediately claimed her spot in the back seat. And then truly christened it when I took her to the dog park. The magnetic forces of the big soupy mudhole were too strong and she immediately waded elbow-deep in the slop. And then I had to find a way to get her in my Jeep without the Jeep wearing the mudhole too. I finally gave up and just let her jump in. Mud dries and then vacuums out. Hey, it's not really a Jeep until it has a little dirt on it, right?

My favorite Ruby-being-Ruby story...several weeks back I picked Ruby up from camp late in the afternoon. She was in her usual manic post-camp state of mind and leapt into the backseat of the truck. Before I could back the truck completely out of the parking space, I heard a pop and a fizz and realized immediately what she had done. The six-pack of 24 oz bottles of Diet Dr. Pepper were no match for one of those giant teeth. One bite and soda was spraying all over the back of the truck. It took me just a few seconds to ram the truck back into the spot, throw it into park, and get out and open the back door and throw it out to the ground. By then probably half of it had sprayed, mostly into Ruby's mouth and onto the door and floormat. And, of course, all over me as I pulled it out. It was all I could do to keep myself from marching her right back into camp and telling them to keep her overnight. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Behaviorally, I'm sorry to say I'm not always seeing things I like to see. I've finally classified her as very passive-aggressive at home. Now that we've examined her angle behind some of her quirky habits. Like drinking Sophie's water instead of her own. She only does it if Sophie's food bowl is near hers. When we moved their bowls into the new kitchen and they are across the room from each other, Ruby stopped going anywhere near Sophie's. Similarly, the day of the big blizzard, we came home to yet another poop and puke mess as Sophie had managed to get Ruby's food container open and eaten herself to a state of bloat that really had us worried for her health. Ruby's reaction was that for the next week, she INHALED her own food, and then, you guessed it, puked it up almost immediately. She saw Sophie taking all her food and she went into survival mode, eating it all before Sophie could. And lastly, when given the opportunity, she takes Sophie's bed and drags it, jumps on it, scratches it, and basically beats the hell out of it. Then leaves it in a heap in the middle of the bedroom floor. Sort of a 'take that, Shorty.'

Beyond those quirks, she's great with other dogs and anyone she knows, but very very timid with strangers. And tonight, my biggest fear was realized when that timid nature gave way to an aggressive outburst while I was walking her. A woman walked by and Ruby was sitting waiting for her to pass and when she did and smiled down at her, Ruby barked and leapt toward her. Something I've never ever seen her do. Complete with a viscious growl, snarling, and lunging. The whole nine yards. I had a close hold on her leash so no harm was done, other than scaring the crap out of this poor woman I've never seen before.

It scared the hell out of me too and my immediate reaction was to body slam Ruby to the ground and lay on her to get control. In the few seconds I was laying there, I came to a decision that obedience training wasn't an option any longer. She popped up like nothing was wrong, tail wagging, tongue hanging out. Oblivious to what had just happened. I will NOT tolerate her acting like that. Had she been at home and reacted to a stranger in the house, I could use the excuse that she was protecting the home front. But we were walking on a public sidewalk. Whether she felt she was protecting me or herself, I can't take the chance that she's going to get aggressive like that. So I came home, looked up a dog obedience training program I'd heard about and found that the class she needs starts this Thursday. So to puppy training we will go.

That's all I have time for tonight. I'll report back after the first night of training and let you know how it goes.

Favorite picture of the week. She was actually asleep like this. By the way, the ottoman doesn't count as 'on the furniture.'

Stupid Dog

January Update

Another week of living in a construction zone. Ruby has done just fine. She only chewed a little bit of PEX plumbing lines, and I yelled at her so loudly that she's now terrified of the stuff. Other than being underfoot a LOT when we're working, she's not been too awful to have around.  She's even stayed out of the trash, the recycle, and the food on the open shelving in the temporary kitchen. So I can't complain. Regardless, for our sanity and for hers, I let her run off some steam at camp twice this week, Monday and Friday. It IS the greatest thing ever. 

All signs seem to point toward her 'whatever' injury being over and done with. She is active as she can be, cooped up in the house because of the bitter cold, had no issues at camp, and hasn't exhibited any symptoms like she was. She has her one year checkup next month, so we will have official measurements, height and weight to report. I'm sure Dr. Burke will look her over thoroughly, but I don't expect him to find anything. She healed. Yay.

I discovered an indestructable chew toy for her. We were working on some plumbing in the will-be-a-kitchen space and as I was cutting small pieces of PVC drain pipe with the reciprocating saw, she was chasing them around the kitchen (very helpful, by the way). So I looked one over good, took a knife to it to knock off any burrs or sharp edges, and presented her with a collection of bits and pieces that she absolutely loves to chew on.  

The smaller rings get tossed around and chased, the bigger ones she just chews on and hasn't so much as made a tooth mark in them. But she keeps trying. :) And it keeps her occupied and out of our hair as long as her attention span holds out.

Last weekend, I decided that the soft toys were beyond disgusting and needed a bath. As I gathered them up from every corner of the house, Ruby followed me and the laundry basket with absolute concern. I tried to explain that they would all be OK and she could even watch them, but that didn't compute. She had a massive anxiety attack for about half of the 53 minute wash cycle and then she simply threw in the towel and pouted at the top of the stairs until they were done.

She also didn't understand the need to put them in the dryer and wait ANOTHER 40 minutes. Seriously, I thought she was going to stroke out when I switched machines. Tried to upload a really hilarious video, but the stupid thing won't work. I'll keep trying.

She's getting better and better with people and moves on from pacing and stressing pretty quickly these days. She does have a very short memory, so when the teenagers have friends over and hang out in the basement, by the time they come up the stairs, she's generally forgotten they were here at all and the pacing and barking returns. But it's short-lived.

Beyond that, we are just surviving winter. We will ALL be happy when we can get outside and go for a walk. But with temperatures in the single digits at the hottest part of the day and ice and snow on every surface, we aren't getting out much.

By the way, if I haven't said it lately, thanks for reading! I've enjoyed watching where my readers are in the world. Last week, Australia! If you're reading again...I'm intensely jealous that it's summer there. Send some my way please. :)

Favorite Ruby picture of the week...



"Get your own couch, humans. This one's mine."

Biggest Loser

With the main part of the house in complete shambles, we have had to be extra careful about what we leave lying around. Ruby has proven to be fairly trainable, but still has a lot of puppy curiosity in her. So we scan the available roaming space she has before leaving for work each morning, picking up any tools, parts, supplies, etc...just to make sure she doesn't get herself into big trouble. Sophie never bothers anything. She's what's known as 'the good one.' Uh-huh. Right.

Tuesday night we completed the main hookup of our new plumbing system (this is relevant, I promise). Wednesday morning we checked it and had no leaks. Even so, I spent Wednesday morning at work, very busy, but unable to get an ugly picture out of my head. That the new plastic lines we had installed would give way at the fittings in the basement. That the entire morning, since we had looked at all of it at 5:45am, there was water pouring into the basement. I pictured the theater room completely submerged, the equipment ruined. I pictured all the Christmas decorations going in the trash. I added up the cost of all the tools and mechanicals and mentally reviewed our homeowners policy.

I was unable to get away from work and barely even got to eat lunch with Kevin. But I had long enough to transfer a bit of my paranoia to him so he offered to go home and make sure all was well in the basement. Breathing a sigh of relief 45 minutes later when I saw him pop back up on my instant messenger at work, I was able to 100% focus on my busy day. He would have called immediately, had my horrific vision of a flooded basement been true.

And then I got an e-mail from him. With the following pictures. In order.

Warning: THESE PICTURES ARE GROSS.

When you get to the last one, see if you can figure out exactly what happened while we were away.

Poop.

More poop.

Puke. LOTS of puke.



More puke by the door...and more poop.




And yup, that's more puke. And an open container of Ruby food. Ahem.


I apparently didn't get the bottom dog food container fully closed and one of them is smart enough to get it open. I know the front part that was sitting open in the final picture was about half full. I didn't come close to scraping bottom when I fed Ruby that morning. We're guessing they teamed up. Ruby's pointy nose probably opened the food out of curiosity and she had a few more bites. That's just how she rolls.

But Sophie GORGED. For as long as she wanted between 5:45 and 11:30.

Kevin called me as I was looking through the pictures. First, assuring me that the basement was fine. And then explaining that instead of being met at the door by two happy, lonely dogs, neither of them would move from their spots on the furniture, or even look in his direction. Just faces of SHAME. Absolute shame. And from one, absolute physical misery.

Ruby was well-fed, clearly having eaten more than her share, but the prevailing feeling seemed to be shame from her. But Sophie...well Sophie's condition can only be described as BLOAT. Four hours later when I saw her, she could still barely walk. She had puked again (you're welcome for not taking pictures of THAT) all over her bed in the afternoon and her belly was so fat that she waddled. She looked like a Biggest Loser contestant on day one.

Now Ruby can get into trouble, but she's not a big eater. Not a gobbler any longer, not an overeater. As a matter of fact, as previously reported in this blog, she sometimes doesn't even eat all her food. But Sophie...well that's a different story. Sophie has never missed a meal in her 7 1/2 years of life. Never missed a crumb dropped or anything that might sound like a crumb. Never missed an opportunity to sit at the feet of someone holding something that LOOKS like food, with drool dripping from her big, droopy mouth.

Let's just say, Wednesday night, Sophie missed her first meal. And Thursday morning, she got a reduced portion of her regular serving. Even Thursday night, just a barely-level scoop. Finally by Friday morning, her shape was back to normal and she would look us in the eye again.

I'm wondering what sort of deal she made with Ruby to talk her into this crime, or if they intened to blame it on the cat.

Note to self: in addition to scanning the floor for things we don't want chewed up during the day, make sure the dog food container is shut tight.

...carry on.

Healing?

At least I THINK she's healing.

After a weekend of hard core home renovations and one cooped up giant dog, I made the call Sunday night to send Ruby back to camp today. Allan gave her a ride before school and informed them of her 'injury' followed by a call from me to explain further. I told them to make her take a time out if she seemed to be in pain. When I went to pick her up, 11 hours later, the report was that she hadn't had any problems at all. The doggie daycamp humans said she didn't jump up on anybody, but other than that, they noticed no difference at all. So I paid her tab and walked out the door with her...at which point she yelped like she was in pain again.

I swear its for attention some times.

At any rate, she is crashed out on the couch tonight, where I'm guessing she will stay until this time tomorrow with the occasional break for food and bodily functions. Whatever. I can't figure this dog out.

So week before last, Kevin and I are getting ready for bed upstairs and Ruby is patiently waiting (not) for her turn at the well for her nighttime drink. Kevin takes one of his contact lenses out, dropping it into the storage container and as he reaches to take out the second, this giant Great Dane tongue comes out of nowhere and slurps the lens right out of the container. In the blink of an eye, it was gone. Pun intended.

I laughed so hard I almost peed. There was a lot of 'what the HELL' from Kevin, but neither of us could help but laugh. Ruby, unaware as always, just sat back licking her chops. Apparently, contact lenses are somewhat tasty.

Thank goodness for disposable contact lenses!

Ruby handled the demo OK this weekend. She is still convinced that if she can't get to me, she must try, even if she can hear me through the sheets of plastic that protected the non-work areas of the house all weekend. So she got in trouble a few times for blasting under the plastic. Fortunately, we were able to take it all down Saturday evening as the dirtiest of the work is done for now. When it comes time to tile the floor, I'm sure Ruby will be in for another day at camp.

Nothing more today. Boring post...sorry. Favorite picture...

Happy New Year!

Pouting because the blanket doesn't allow her to bury toys.

Surviving the holidays is always good. Surviving it without being financially ruined and still able to button my jeans is a solid win. Surviving with no Christmas casualties as a result of the wonder dog is a downright miracle.

Props to Ruby for being on her best behavior for MOST of the holiday festivities. No, REALLY. Cookies cooled on the counter and she obediently did NOT help herself. Tempting sparkly decorations draped every surface and she simply observed. Wrapped packages, which must have been almost impossible to ignore, stayed wrapped. People came to the house and as long as she stayed on leash for a brief time and everyone gave her a treat, she was more than happy to mingle with the humans. She was unbelieveably well-behaved.

Well there was that ONE incident at her cousin Murphy's house in Wisconsin. There were no signs in the yard as to where the facilities were and Ruby has a hard time deciding where to poo anyway. So she waited until she was in the house and then left a lovely present on Aunt Pam's basement floor. But that was really just a case of being in unfamiliar territory after a 3-hour car ride. An isolated incident.

Some fun pictures from the holiday below:

 

What? It's comfortable.

 

Must. Stuff. New. Toy. Under. Couch.

   

Is there something in here for me?



Yummmm...bows.



PAY ATTENTION TO THE DOG. NOW.



I love you Sophie! I love YOU Ruby!!



DIRTY TRICK DIRTY TRICK!!!







A significant change in Ruby's eating habits have my scratching my head a little. I guess its just her growing up. But the dog that was once such a gobbler, such an inhaler of food that I had to resort to the bowl-in-a-bowl trick so she didn't puke it all up, is suddenly a grazer. I suppose it changed when we started leaving her out during the day. Maybe she realizes she can eat whenever she wants now. But I fill her bowl in the morning and most days, a considerable amount of food is still there at 4:30 when we come home. She finishes it then, as if it would be wrong to eat without an audience. And then I fill it back up at 5:30. She will graze throughout the evening, and then usually finishes it off right before bed. Nice that she's self-regulating. Some days she hasn't finished it, so I'm cutting back on the amount a little bit. Five cups a day rather than six. Still five times as much as Sophie eats. But Ruby still has lots of growing to do.



Unfortunately, I can't report that her injury is completely gone. Though we do feel it is somewhat better. She hadn't had any moments of intense pain for a couple of weeks. Until the visit to cousin Murphy's house. Not letting Ruby play seemed cruel so we just let them go at it. A couple of times, she yelped in pain and we tried putting her in her kennel, but then she was completely stressed because she could hear all the activity. We decided to play it safe and she slept in her kennel in the spare bedroom with us. At 4:45 she woke us up with a screeching, pained yelping. An alarm clock that wouldn't stop. We quickly got her out of the kennel. Seemed she must have just turned wrong on whatever hurts. For the next few hours she was happy to sleep on the bed with us.

Since then, she still favors her right side, but will still run and play or wrestle with Sophie whenever she has the opportunity. We've decided its a combination of having a slight injury...and being a gigantic sissy. We've isolated the pain to her shoulderblade, but nothing bone-related. Just a strain or a sprain probably and we can't do anything for it anyway. So she will heal on her own.

She still hasn't been back to camp, however the fact that I sit here surrounded by a half-demolished kitchen means she will probably be spending some time there the next couple of weeks. We have hung sheets of plastic to contain the dust, but if Ruby can peek under a piece of plastic, she feels an intense need to go through it. This will be interesting. How many drywall crumbs can a Great Dane consume before her stomach rejects it? We shall soon find out.

One change in all this construction that makes Ruby a very happy dog is that we had to do some rearranging of furniture, and moved her two favorite chairs to the bedroom. So even though I broke down and bought her a nice new VERY BIG VERY FLUFFY bed last weekend, she has spent the last few nights curled up and wedged into one of the chairs. She did lose her view out the front picture window though and she can't be happy about that during the day. The pub-height dining room table is in front of her window during construction. We half expected to see her standing on top of it that first day, standing guard for us to return home. But she has so far stayed on the floor...or the blanket-covered couch.

That's all for now.

Favorite picture. Having been in trouble most of the evening, Ruby finally gave up her quest for undivided attention from...everyone. Good thing the cuteness factor always pays off.