Introducing Ruby...

After writing that last entry about Ruby and her bunny, I got to thinking that perhaps you might like to know who Ruby is.

Well.Ruby is Ava's sister.

They are chocolate spoodles and they are our 'girls'. If we had had girls, they be called Ava and Ruby. But we didn't, and so we have our boys and our girls. They are the most darling little creatures. Ava is very intense, very possessive, very affectionate. Ruby is fun loving, young, energetic, mischievious. They are sisters.

They arrived together at the airport in one of those big carrier boxes. We had told the boys that two girls were coming to stay with us...

"What are their names?" they asked.
"Ava and Ruby."
"Oh. Why are they coming?"
"Just for a holiday, but if they like it, maybe we could ask them to stay forever. "
"Hmmm... what about their mum and dad... won't they miss them?"
"Oh, sure they will, but they have many many children and it is hard work to look after them all and when we said that we love girls and didn't have any, they offered for us to have Ava and Ruby for a visit."
"Oh."
Silence.
"What do they look like?"
"Well, they both have brown hair and brown eyes I think. Their hair is curly like their mums hair. They are only short, like... so short, you could probably pick them up even!"
"Oh. Like dolls."
"Sort of."

When we got to the airport, the boys were looking at all the children."Is that them? Is that them?" And even when we had the crate and were picking the puppies up in our hands they were still looking for 'the girls'. Not until I said 'Hello Ava and Ruby. Welcome to our family" did they understand that these gorgeous little puppies had come to stay.

And so it is... our two boys and our two girls (and dour chickens, and our mice, and our guinea pigs and our fish...)

Buggar! I just trod on a chook!

My poor Roxy! I just went up to let the chickens out (5 eggs in the nest, glad to see everyone is doing their job) and they were soooo eager to get out and about and start the typical day in the life of a chicken that they all crowded before me as I walked, and I trod on Roxy's tiny scrawny little foot!

Like she doesn't have enough to deal with! (No tail, no parson's nose really after a visiting dog (Bloody Harry! - I really do love you 'arry) decided to eat it one day as a snack!) She squawked, and looked at me with those chicken eyes, so I rushed off and ran inside... but then, I shut the door behind me and then there she is standing looking in through the glass at me... Yes... I admit it... I let the chicken into the house... But just Roxy and Surfy. Roxy comes along every day into the kitchen and has a look around. Surfy Murfy not so much, although I have to say I have found the pair of them at times in the spare bedroom, and more regularly on the couch in the playroom. I know Roxy feels like she is a human being. I think that comes from the recovery period after the de-tailing episode. She lived in here with us while she recuperated. Now she thinks she owns the joint.