RSteve
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Almost three years ago, my younger daughter got a young female dog. My daughter was pregnant at the time with kids ages 5 and 3.5. The dog was with my daughter's family for about six months and it wasn't a good fit, for both Ruby the dog and the family. Ruby needed a lot of attention. When I was at my daughter's house I'd always take Ruby for a long walk and when in the house, as soon as I'd sit down, Ruby would jump into my lap. On the days when my daughter's family would be gone for a day/night, I'd stay with Ruby and she'd insist on sleeping with her face next to mine.
Ultimately, my daughter's husband took Ruby to a local rescue, where she was re-homed within a couple of days. She is a sweet, medium sized, short hair dog.
Today, out for a walk along Mississippi River Blvd., near my house, I could see in the near distance a medium sized dog, on a leash, pulling the woman holding the leash. As they got closer, I could hear the dog excitedly yowling and barking, really pulling at the leash. When we got fairly close, I was pretty sure it was Ruby. It was. She literally jumped up into my arms almost knocking me over. She was crazily licking me, nibbling at me, yipping, crying. The young woman holding the leash was beside herself apologizing for what the dog was doing. I explained Ruby and my history, but that I didn't realize how attached Ruby was to me. The woman said Ruby was the perfect dog for her family/children. She was always calm and patient, never acting like she just did. I said I was very happy that Ruby had a good home and thanked her for giving Ruby a good life.
As I quickly made my exit, I could hear Ruby crying and I still feel like s**t.
Ultimately, my daughter's husband took Ruby to a local rescue, where she was re-homed within a couple of days. She is a sweet, medium sized, short hair dog.
Today, out for a walk along Mississippi River Blvd., near my house, I could see in the near distance a medium sized dog, on a leash, pulling the woman holding the leash. As they got closer, I could hear the dog excitedly yowling and barking, really pulling at the leash. When we got fairly close, I was pretty sure it was Ruby. It was. She literally jumped up into my arms almost knocking me over. She was crazily licking me, nibbling at me, yipping, crying. The young woman holding the leash was beside herself apologizing for what the dog was doing. I explained Ruby and my history, but that I didn't realize how attached Ruby was to me. The woman said Ruby was the perfect dog for her family/children. She was always calm and patient, never acting like she just did. I said I was very happy that Ruby had a good home and thanked her for giving Ruby a good life.
As I quickly made my exit, I could hear Ruby crying and I still feel like s**t.