Faithful friends near me
I’ve got my four leafed clovers
Luck o’ the Irish
Ruby spent his early days on the lam roaming the mean streets of Grafton, WV. When he was caught he was charged with a Class D Misdogmeanor: Failure to be a good hunting dog. As part of a plea deal he was extradited to the frozen tundra known as New England. He assumed a new name, rescued two humans and convinced them to move south to the beautiful coast of North Carolina. He is a southern charmer after all. When he is not blogging this handsome blue heeler spends his time taking walks on the beach, napping, getting belly rubs and giving sweet kisses. He remains a lover not a hunter.