Puppy Play Time

This last weekend my grandparent went out of town overnight. They spent two nights away, and that meant that someone would need to be with their dog, a lovely springer spaniel named Ruby, for those two days. Since we always help family, I volunteered to be the Ruby minder.

Ruby absolutely adores coming over to my house to play with our dogs. River and Cooper are about the same size as her, with only Maggie, who is the smallest of the three that live with me and my family, occasionally getting lost in the shuffle. Not to worry though, Maggie loves her size and has used it to her advantage plenty of times.

Ruby has always been a solo dog, unless she is over for what we have dubbed Puppy Play Dates. Not too long ago, when my grandparents were over for dinner, we let the dogs out into our fenced in back yard, and started to hear a commotion. We moved from the patio by our back door, into the yard more, to get a better look at what was going on with the dogs. They ran past us and continued to wrestle. Tails were wagging for all four. My Grandpa, better known as Papa to us grandkids, couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

To add a little more information, Ruby is a bit older than my dogs. She was a bit of a grouch to begin with in their relationship between the dogs. The fact that she was out in the yard, playing with the other dogs was a very happy sight, but also a bit of a surprise.

This last weekend, Ruby spent most of the time at my house, playing like that with her puppy pals. She would be beyond tired, despite the naps that she also took during the day, and would be very ready for dinner by the time it rolled around. I would pack her up in the car, and with my over night bag, drive back to my grandparents’ house for the night. Ruby certainly appreciated being in her own home for bedtime.

I missed my own bed, but I knew that Ruby would feel much better being home overnight. Then in the mornings, I packed up my things, and Miss Ruby-doo, a much loved nickname for a much loved dog, and would head back to my house so she could have more puppy play time. This was mostly to distract her from missing my grandparents. Ruby loves them beyond words, and when she is home and they are away she misses them terribly.

A few signs I caught just this weekend were things like her staring out the window at the places they would normally park their car and whining. She also would hop up into my Grandma’s recliner and pout. I would have to comfort her and tell her that they would be home soon just to get her back in a better mood. (To those who think I am giving her more personality than she has, trust me, you must have never owned a furry pet. They have much more in those little minds than you may think.)

You could truly see the love from Ruby when my grandparents pulled up in my drive way to pick her up and take her home. She was out the door like a shot the moment I opened it. Her tail was wagging so fast it was a blur. She couldn’t contain her excitement, and was practically vibrating with happiness when she was finally able to see her people again.

Never worry Papa and Grandma! Ruby-Doo is always welcome for a puppy play date here.