This is the first night we brought Ruby home. She was 7 weeks old and a bit opinionated - even then...not that you can tell from that sweet face.
Ruby enjoys chewing on things...lots of things.
I'm pretty sure that God had it planned for puppies and children to look totally adorable when they're sleeping...let's call that a "saving grace".
Ruby enjoys her naps. This is her favorite spot for a little siesta when we're out and about in the truck - at least it used to be...
Don't you think she sort of resembles a baby pig in this picture? I do. And, with her big, round belly and the way she grunts - you could almost mistake her for a baby pig at times. :)
What a sweet, angelic little face...I'm pretty sure that sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth she's sooooo sweet!
First trip to the park. She fussed and whimpered and complained the entire trip. She wanted me to carry her...uh huh, no way little missy, you can walk.
Annie...St. Annie, rather - teaching Ruby the ropes. Or, maybe more appropriately titled...the tall and the short of a matter. I love this picture.
As you can see, Ruby's growing up - and rather quickly it seems. My grandma used to say that little kids and puppies grow when they sleep.
Annie, the perfect dog...love o'my life, and my constant companion. She was pretty sure for a while there, that we had every intention of bringing about her demise when we brought Ruby home. Seriously though, we really should change her name to "St. Annie". She is deserving of that title.
Ruby sharing a wee bit of the sweet cream with daddy...Banana Split, I think. And, in case you're wondering - all our dogs are taught to eat with silverware. It simply wouldn't be fitting any other way!
Soaking up some warmth by the woodstove...
Sweet, innocent little Ruby.
Excuse me? You're sooooo lucky I can't talk!!
Uh oh...what's this??? Maybe there's another side to little, sweet and adorable Ruby after all.
What you talkin' about mom? Yep, yep yep...this is our Ruby...Rotten Ruby!