Ruby

Ruby is a black dog of questionable origin. Now, mind you, I'm sure she comes from good stock. You know, nice solid salt-of-the-earth parents and all. The thing is, she was born to a single mother with too many mouths to feed and never knew who her father was. But she is a story of triumph, opportunity, and the American dream.

Ruby was lucky enough to be adopted by a nice middle class family when she was just a few weeks old. She spent her puppyhood playing, romping, and generally being spoiled. She was spared from the adversity that her birth mother's life would have offered her. She grew into a loved, social, cared for pet who wears red bows on her ears and sports the latest doggie fashions.

When Ruby walked into the lobby of The Pet Hotel at Petropolis, she was accompanied by her entire family. One by one, they hugged and kissed her goodbye and assured her that they would return. She smiled beneath their affections with white teeth shining against her shiny black face. Her mom explained her peculiarities and we cataloged her personal belongings: ceramic crocks to eat from, a special pillow to lie upon, a special beef filled bone to occupy her interest. And she paused for only a second as they left her to pile into their mini van. She looked longingly for just a moment then turned her smiling black face to me as if to say, "Okay, what are we going to do for fun around here?"

Ruby's stay at Petropolis has been uneventful. She has enjoyed walks outside into the play yard and exploring in the brief but warm late Fall sunshine. She has eaten her meals in her ceramic dishes and lay upon her comfy brown microfiber bed. Soon, her family will return for her and she will herald their arrival with wet kisses and tail wags. Hopefully, she will share with them the fun she has had while on her personal vacation. After all, little doggie "Me Time" never hurts any pet/owner relationship!