Ruby
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On July 10th 2002, I fortunately was adopted as my big sister, Ellie, was very lonesome and wanted a playmate. The pet store said that I was a mistake from my Pug mommy and West Highland Terrier daddy. What’s a mistake? I love being a clown and feel that cardboard is very dangerous and must be destroyed immediately. As a terrier cross, I should be allowed to hog more than my share of the couch and bed and have first choice of all of the toys. Right? Whenever I get into trouble, which is frequently, my mom says it’s my terrier half and my nose that got me there.
I love to go swimming with my sister Ellie, but my mom makes me wear a stupid yellow life preserver. It probably has something to do with my first swimming experience and almost drowning. Pug crosses aren’t really designed to swim well I guess.
Usually upon meeting me for the first time, people always say “How interesting” or ask “What is it?” However, I consider myself a purebred that just hasn’t caught on yet. Good thing that looks aren’t everything as I am a small package but I’m loaded with personality. Come say hi to me too.






