I am a dog person through and through. I have had a dog in my life since I was very young and even after the heartbreak of losing our Rusty and Sophie, we continue to have dogs in our lives. After Sophie died I resolved to just have one dog, one very weird dog we named Griffey which was very hard to accept in some ways. Griffey is sweet and he does have a gentleness to him but we surmise he was abused quite a bit living on the streets in Baja and unfortunately he is filled with anxiety in most situations outside our home. A hard pill to swallow when our two previous dogs followed us around the house, slept next to us on the couch as we watched tv and always greeted guests at our front door with a tail wag. I could do a whole blog about all of Griffey’s quirks but you get the idea.
We were down in Baja back in January at Pretty Horses Ranch just south of Rosarito. I knew the owner, our friend Krystal had rescued a few puppies just before Christmas and other than seeing photos of them online and thinking they were totally cute, I didn’t think much of adopting one. That is until we were there and I saw them. By the time we came for a visit there was only one left up for adoption and she was the runt of the litter. Brave, adorable and loving with a big, fat puppy belly and then I held her and she fell asleep in my arms. I remembered what it was like to hold Rusty when he was just a little guy and how I used to carry him around on my arm everywhere. It made me think about Sophie and how she would do her groans as she got comfortable snuggled up next to you. I thought about Griffey and how even though I love him for the good dog he is that I also needed a sweet snuggle puppy in my life. I held her in my arms and squealed to Jesse that I wanted to take her home. All the while in the back of my mind wondering if it would be a big mistake.
Jesse is always great. He was in from the moment I said I wanted her but he also knows me and said he would believe it when he saw a puppy in our house. Krystal was thrilled to give her to us. She kept saying, take her! Krystal has a huge heart and as much as she would like to keep every pup that crosses her path, she also knows the best thing she can do for these animals is to nurse them to health and find them good and loving homes. The litter of pups that Ruby came from had quite the story and Krystal knew she wasn’t just going to let them go to any home. She had found Ruby and her litter mates left for dead at only a few weeks old and if she hadn’t taken them they surely would have died. There was a ton of work and love put into saving them so when it came time to put them up for adoption, Krystal made the decision to personally insure that whoever ended up with them was someone she trusted. Lucky for us that we are friends with her so she was handing Ruby to us the minute I said I wanted to take her home. That’s a gigantic compliment to know Krystal would hand her over to us so effortlessly after all her hard work in saving them.
The photos of Ruby are only two months apart. The photos where she looks like a tiny puppy are from January and the ones where she looks like a bearded old lady were taken earlier this month. The tiny puppy stage didn’t last long but as you can see Griffey doesn’t mind her one bit. They have become great friends and wrestle all through the house like a couple of maniacs. We believe that perhaps Griffey needed a mate. It doesn’t change his personality outside our home too much as he is still very scared but now we have a dog that is social, friendly and happy to accompany us out for lunch or a glass of wine down the street which frees up Griffey to stay home near his documents. That’s our little joke about Griff. He will always be our gorgeous oddball who prefers being at home fast asleep over being out in public. Now we have the best of both worlds as if having a weird dog is the best of anything!
And here of course is the moment I fell in love…