Ruby is my furry love. My rescue pup who has been with me for two years and just turned three this month. When I adopted her, I had never heard of her breed: Powderpuff Chinese Crested. Now, all I can say is, if you have opportunity to rescue one of her breed, do it. She is sweet and smart and more obedient than any of my previous pups, but not so anyone but me would notice.

Ruby loves everyone, to the extent that I shudder to think of how I would react if she showed dislike for someone. I would probably conclude that they were a hatchet murderer or dog-napper or I would say cat-lover, but she has converted several of them. Ruby is, at times, the guest of my daughter and her family. They insist on having her if I am going away. They own two cats. While Ruby has not won over both of the cats, she has befriended one cat and their previously “dogophobic” child, who now wants to own Ruby. They are a much more athletic group than Ruby was used to, but she adapted beautifully to five walks a day, doggy play-dates and trips to their local dog park. She also accompanied both parents on car excursions to athletic events for the girls and basic transporting that occurred during the course of most days. Ruby, apparently, spent the majority of her time there, on the move.

When I went to retrieve her, I didn’t know quite what to expect. I knew that she had been meeting other dogs and having lots of fun activity. She looked somewhat confused when I arrived, but greeted me, although lukewarmly. When all of the humans were leaving without her, the look on her face was of shock and maybe even horror as though she wanted to say: Where are all of you going without me, I belong to one of you. What happens now that you’re all leaving? Is it just me and the cats? You know that one of them eats my food….

When we returned from dinner, everything seemed to have sorted itself out in her mind. She ran to me and seemed to understand that she was going to her real home. She loved them, and sort of liked the cats ( well one of them anyway), but she belonged to Mommy. We loaded her stuff and finally her, back into my car. She was snuggled up in her blanket and her doggy seatbelt and almost immediately fell into a sound, secure sleep. All’s well with her world.