| RUBY is a full-blooded Cocker Spaniel with light brown hair and big soulful dark brown eyes. We're unsure of her age as she was near death when we found her, but we think she is five years old. |
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Turn-ons: I adore pets (short pets, pats on the head, long luxurious pets on my back and tummy, any kind of gentle petting)! I love playing the coquette with the von Bassets and Louis XIV -- who cares that they are Royal -- I am a lady! While the other dogs make gluttons of themselves I eat delicately and enjoy my morning and evening meals. I wag my bobbed cocker tail if someone offers me biscuits shaped like peanuts. Sunbaths help me relax and a good long rest in the wooden dog house made by Gary is my favorite place at night. I realize it is not the most chic of the Dog Heaven accommodations, but it is my home. | 
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| Turn-offs: I hate going to be groomed,
but admit to looking svelte and stylish when it's all over.
I don't like strange people at first, but enjoy the company of all the
Dog Heaven dogs. I don't bark, but have a growly little language
and whines of my own. When other dogs bark right into my ear I retreat
to my little house.
Favorite Website: http://www.cyberpet.com/cyberdog/ breed/cocker/05713d.htm |
Send Me A Present: I'm not truly sure
of my birthday, so Louis XIV decided Bastille Day would be a good choice
since I was liberated when I came to Dog Heaven! Bastille Day is
July 12th -- Viva Ma Liberte! Send me Beggin' Strips, Pupperonis,
or rawhides shaped like ballet slippers or tiaras. It you're thinking
real beefy treats I like those big bulky meaty strips -- can have a good
chew on those all night! I also like old blankets that a horse may have
used for three or four years -- my favorite.
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History: I thought my life was over! The family who chose me from the pet store adored me for a while, and then I don't know how the horror began. They started to throw me down on the ground, then to kick me, and then to pull out my gorgeous fur. One day they beat me so badly I suppose they thought I was dead. They drove me so far out into the country and then kicked me like a football into a cemetery and drove away. I was too shocked to whimper; the pain was massive; but the worst thing was being thrown away. A another car went by, but stopped. The people came out and stood above me -- were they going to hurt me some more? I tried to hide, but could only cower, and then they had me. They took me into this car, wrapped me in a blanket and delivered me to Rene at Dog Heaven. |
| Now there are the gentlest hands in the world! Rene held me with such sympathy and cried so for me; then she arranged for the veterinarian to operate on me. He said I had been kicked so hard that my insides were ruined and would have to be surgically reconstructed for me to live. It would be very expensive. Rene made arrangements and kissed me good-bye. Sometime later she took me back to Dog Heaven where I lived with her in the house for some weeks eating little by little and gaining my strength. I didn't trust any humans for two years, except Rene, who kept encouraging me to meet other dogs and people. Now I love humans and pets and try to forget that first disappointing year of my life. The people who thought they had killed me did me the best favor -- bringing me to Dog Heaven still a LIVE dog! |