On a lazy Sunday I pulled out my treasured old vinyl records and reignited my love for French chanteuses Edith Piaf, Lucienne Boyer, and my all-time favorite Berthe Sylva. As I listened to the grande dames and sipped on a lovely Bonedeaux, I looked through the rest of my collection and noticed a lot of dog-themed album covers.

Perhaps a line in Berthe’s single, mon vieux Pataud, can explain why so many artists trust dogs to be the face of their album;

“Quand tu veux mordre on voit tes dents”, let me translate in case you don’t speak French, “When you want to bite your teeth are seen”.

When it comes to canines, what you see is what you get so a dog will always live up to the ideal of truth in advertising. Which also got me thinking…when I put out my first album, what might the cover look like?

Ruby the Dog in Paris

Get to know Ruby (63 Posts)

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 a frozen tundra known as New England. It was there that he rescued two humans, assumed a girl’s name, and never looked back. In 2008, Ruby spent seven days in the hospital near death with diabetic ketoacidosis. He lived with canine diabetes for the rest of his life, almost eight years, and through his blogging has helped countless friends around the world with his diabetic dog food recipe, Ruby Stewbie. In 2013, he convinced his humans to move south to the warm weather and beautiful coast of North Carolina. He was always a southern charmer, after all, and his blue heeler blood was homesick. He enjoyed every single moment of his retirement. It was filled with all the finer things in life: walks on the beach, napping, getting belly rubs, and giving sweet kisses. On May 4th, 2016, Ruby passed peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by his pack. He lived 14 glorious years thanks to someone who picked him up and drove him far away, to a no-kill shelter, and into the arms of love. He remained a lover, not a hunter. Join Ruby in barking out to animals and their rescuers at Friends of Ruby.

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