Category: Miss Ruby
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Ruby smelled something in the air today–fall is definately here.
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Ruby and I spent our weekend in coastal Wheeler, then driving up and down the ocean-view 101, something we both love. Though it leaves only her panting and breathless.
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Clinkety..clink, clink…silence…..clinkety clink. I stop typing in the den. The noise stops. I start writing again, there it is again! Clink, scrape, clink… What is that sound coming from the living room?!? Tin-ier than the ping of the electric heater (yes, I still have the heat on), clearer than the muffled neighbors…. It's Ruby, standing…
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"What The Hell Are You Looking At?" I photograph Ruby regularly–and this is one of only two expressions I can capture, the other being "Please Don't Beat Me".
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I have become a lazy bastard, addicted to the comforts of a couch and fireplace. The room containing these luxuries does not contain the computer. My new couch arrived in December, just in time for dark nights that begin at 4pm and the launch of a new local tv station that airs Seinfeld twice each…
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Ruby makes a mad dash through the snow….no traffic to worry about, she can frolick leash-free all she likes, no one is making it up or down the neighborhood hills this morning, including me.
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Miss Ruby had surgery this Monday morning, to remove a tumor from her eye. I wish I could have had a procedure to surgically remove my guilt–I never realized that the little bump on her eyelid (there as long as I can remember) was actually the tip-end of a big, gross and bubbly growth under…
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Ruby scans the skies from our porch, saying her last goodbyes to the sun as the fall season begins…
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Can't decide which is cuter…the new chairs or Ruby! It's all so meant to be…I ordered these chairs two months ago, before I even dreamed of this new place….and they couldn't be a more perfect fit. Even the color is perfect–and I sweated that fabric decision. In my work, it's easy to make decisions for…
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Yippe me! I've just returned from a "dog interview" with my new landlord..and Ruby, despite her wiggly protestations to the short leash and insistance on eating the man's lovely grass, passed the test. I'm grateful that her barkless-ness; a feature that worried me the first six months I had her when I thought perhaps she…
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