Ruby Tuesday ~ Red, White & Not Feeling The Least Bit Blue
>> Tuesday, July 7, 2009 –
Feline Frenzy,
Ruby Tuesday
You all know I couldn't go a Tuesday without some Ruby in it? Right? Hello? Anyone there? Can you hear me now?
Good, glad to see some of you still stop by here, hoping to catch a glimpse of the cute little funny dog and not some wacky pictures of children being pyromaniacs with firecrackers. Which presents a problem some may foresee.
What kind of parent am I? And Yooper?
For now, we'll go on to more civilized, calmer conversations and answer the above questions some other time. Or not at all.
Yes, maybe I don't need to share my parenting skills with ANY of you. You already think I'm mighty fine with my camera skills but snapping pictures of kids being truly nutty, cuckoo, is just none too brilliant. But goodness, I still giggle thinking about it. And so do they!
Oh never mind.
Moving on....
As you know Ruby mastered a good one on us a couple weeks ago, sharing her "alien" puppy with us that none of us, even her veterinarian knew anything about. Ruby and I have both shed some tears, have had long conversations about motherhood and I shared my experience with my own past miscarriage and now we are totally intertwined with one another. I can't take 1 1/2 steps without tripping over her short, squatty body, then to be followed around non-stop. Even taking a breather in our bathroom, I hear and see a nosey snout peeking under the bathroom door, wondering if I will ever come out again or if it would be better if she sat on guard waiting for me to exit. She sits and waits, throws in an occasional impatient whine, a sigh and continues to lay next to the door. Yoopers rolls his eyes, shakes his head while watching this behaviour ensue between us.
"Were you two lovers or at least littermates in another life?"
And I respond "Honey(and I need to quit calling him "honey" as I do this in front of his clients at work and it raises eyebrows) are you a bit jealous?"
And since Ruby's whole not pregnant/false pregnancy/ is pregnant/now in labor debacle, she has begun snoring.
Quite loudly in fact. My daughter suggested she have her adnoids removed, otherwise known as "tonsils". I have yet to ask Yooper if that is indeed possible. Maybe he can tone her vocal chords down too, shrink them at least, so possibly my horses can have a little peace and quiet.
Her snoring is keeping us up at night. Her cute little doggy bed, right beside our bed, just below where my head rests on my pillow may have to find another resting place. Across the room maybe. Perhaps back down to her doggy kennel. I need sleep. Her dog snores are loud. It is not like I can roll over, bump her, tell her to stop it and go back to sleep. Because I have tried. I have tried with no relief. She stops snoring when I poke at her, telling her to "Ssshhhh!", she then sighs, stretches, licks her paws, and then it is back to her snoring sleep. I can't believe I am having issues with my dog snoring.
But overall Ruby has recovered from her very brief bout with motherhood. Her incision has healed up nicely. Last night as I clipped away the strings of suture, freeing her from that dreadful day she experienced her first caesarian section, she lay like a doll in my lap, completely content to be cradled like a baby so close to me. Yooper joked nearby, asking if I needed help holding her, because it looked as if she may just "jump up, bite me and run away". However, that was the furthest thought from her little brain, her limp, content body clearly said she could care less about the scissors cutting strings from her body. 
She is pretty much back to her normal self. Her stout body has bounced back, hair is growing quickly on her belly from her cute little shave job. Her mammaries are no longer looking for puppies and her mind is no longer causing her to whine and cry for that puppy. Post-partum depression has not left a mark on her. My Ruby dog is on the mend, feeling good, back to chasing soccer balls, tumbling available cats and barking madly at 16 pairs of hooves. 
We took her to the 4th of July parade where she stopped pedestrian traffic every three feet. Her head became greasy from passerbys petting her and cooing over her cuteness. I think her size 4T tee-shirt rocked it for her. She clearly represented her independence and freedom with that shirt. Course I think her cute little foxy face and satellite ears had a bit to do with her sweetness.
Nonetheless, you know there was a cat or two at home on Saturday breathing a sigh of relief over the fact that Ruby was clearly nowhere on the premises.
Because it meant freedom for a few cats for a few hours at least. Freedom and independence of their own. A chance to celebrate their exhilaration over knowing they could stalk the farm and not have to look over their shoulder every step of the way, watching out for a bounding short legged, tongue wagging dog close on their heels. It was a brief respite for those cats, short while it lasted. And I'm sure, quite overdue. 
