She is no ordinary dog.

Here we have Ruby, your typical chicuaua-terrier mix. Black brindle in color with pink collar decorated in skulls. How could you not trust a face like that?

Doesn't she look so innocent. Most would say so, but I know better.


Here I found her in her secret hideout planning her next diabolical scheme.

Shortly afterward, she stared me down with a gaze would that indicate that she is not one to be trifled with and that I too would succumb to her will.

Monday:

• She tipped over some flowers and proceed to dig in the dirt for a while covering both the table and the floor in the immediate vicinity.

Tuesday:

• She knocked a plastic container of brownies on the floor in the kitchen. Amazingly they all appeared to have landed in the lid. After their disposal, one was found on the couch. The raises the question of whether or not she ate a few after cracking open this chocolaty treasure chest.
• Around 1030 that night, it became clear she was riding a sugar high when she would not stop running in circles and could not sit still for more than a few seconds.

Wednesday

• My mom came home to discover Ruby had opened both a bottle of advil and a bottle of Dimetapp. Child caps be damned, she wants to live the rock and roll lifestyle.
• Around 830 that night, it became clear she was not going to be sitting still anytime soon seeing as how she was tearing ass around the living room and nearly launching herself over the back of the couch and down the stairs.

Who knows what kind of trouble she will find herself in tomorrow. What could possible stand in the way of a dog with a brain the size of a walnut. Stay tuned for the next exciting adventure of Ruby the Wonder Mutt.