"Sorry, this seat's taken." It's commonly understood that most dogs will eat most anything. Garbage, grass, their own poop, etc. Yesterday, Ruby was not occupying her usual spot next to me on the sofa, where I was lounging and watching tv. "Come on Rubes, you're missing Law & Order SVU". I actually said this to…

Ruby got a treat this Easter; a small stuffed fluffy yellow Duckie. It didn't last long, as these fuzzy action shots show…I'll spare you images of the real carnage–stuffing and fluff everywhere!

Ruby loves a playdate, particularly with energetic Very Lucky, but man, is she possesive and competetive. I don't think they'll ever be room for another pup in the household–she most certainly rules this roost.

Ruby and Very Lucky share a mid-playdate rest.

Usually, though no graceful dancer type, I can bend and single-hand scoop on our morning and evening strolls just fine. Plastic baggy in hand, a quick flip and the deposits are swiftly dispatched. Not this drizzly morning. I dropped my keys in…in, in….the dooty.

My little girl spent this past long weekend with a friend while I was in Chicago. Everyone hopes their charges are on their best behavior in someone else's home. Ruby is usually well-behaved, if you know the commands and how to make them stick (firm voice, say it only once and mean it). Within the…

I have a roommate. Not just the dog, my companion Ruby, but another entity that is always here in the apartment with us. Dog hair. Lots of it. Tufts, balls, floating wisps, clumps in the corner, stray sticklers in the upholstery, shadows on the sheets. No vacuum cleaner can keep up the battle, the shedding…

A few nights ago I heard a rustling sound in my sleep. As it is summer (technically), the windows are open and various sounds make their way in through the night, so, I turned over and went back to sleep. That was my mistake. In the morning, in my stumble to the kitchen towards the…