It was one year ago today that Ruby came into our lives. My daughter Liz woke me from a sound sleep in the middle of the night because she thought she heard a dog outside moaning in pain. Groggy from sleep, I reluctantly went outside to investigate. Laying under the streetlight on the grass by my curb was the most horrifying sight - a mauled pit bull, lying on her side in a pool of blood.
The police were called who in turn called emergency services to pick her up. Afraid of what they would do to her, I insisted on knowing where she would be taken, and announced that I was following them to the emergency vet and would adopt this dog.
Ruby had her first surgery that night. Four more were to follow at another vet clinic, where she stayed for seven weeks. Five surgeries total, plus TOH insisted on spaying before they would release her to me. She was approximately 8 months old. Finally the day came when I could take her home.
She was terrified to get into the car and we soon discovered she was terrified of just about everything but other dogs. She loves my two labs and likes to annoy the cats. She adores my girls, me not so much, as I am the disciplinarian around here.She is slowly adjusting to new situations and has pretty much stopped the 'nervous urination' that was constant the first 6 months.
|Ruby and Liz|
|That's Ruby on the left and 'momma dog' next to her. They look remarkably alike.|
Happy One Year Anniversary, Ruby!