The Rescue of Ruby Marie, part 1

Ruby (aka Simba) up front

One Sunday morning back in January Alpha Dog took a drive to the grocery store.  On the way there, he wondered why our neighbors were taking so long at the intersection as he followed them.  Then he found out.

There was a bedraggled very small dog wandering very close to the road.  The past week had been incredibly cold.  Freezing, in fact.  Alpha Dog could not let this little creature stay in the freezing cold when it was clear it had been abandoned.  And who knew for how long?  Well, we figured it out.

We (Jojo and Taz) were very surprised when Alpha Dog brought this smelly, ugly creature into the house.  But Big Puppy (Julie) was even more surprised.  Alpha Dog came into the bedroom holding this thing in the air saying I brought you a surprise.  Big Puppy was thinking, “Oh, boy…ice cream.”  You should have seen her face when she looked at that ragamuffin that had a coat that was alive with fleas and covered in ticks.  It was dirty and smelly and looked like something out of a horror movie. Big Puppy thought, “This is just what I need.  Another animal to take care of while we’re moving and I’m dealing with PTSD and can hardly get out of bed.”

It had no tags.  And although we didn’t know the name, we figured out it was a girl.  She looked like a lion with a big fluffy front half and a shaved to the skin rear end and tail with a puff at the end.  Our people are calling her Simba, for lack of a better name.  We don’t think she likes it as she looks at our people funny when they call her that, kind of like they’re retarded or something.

Our people talked.  Alpha Dog(AD) had tried to take the dog to a (shudder) vet to get some help, but the vet had no interest in AD’s plight.  Someone at the Vet’s office (had brought a dog in for emergency surgery) told A.D. about a non-kill shelter in Daphne, Alabama.  Not open until Monday.

Big Puppy(BP) said if this dog is going to stay in our home for any time,  she has to have a bath and we need to deal with these fleas.  We shared our flea and tick medication with this little waif (not even 10 pounds!)  We all took a ride to  visit Dirty Hairy Dog Wash.  It wasn’t open.  So we went to the Shelter just to find it and see if someone might be there taking care of the animals.  No luck.  Back to Dirty Harry’s.

Thankfully, we did not have to go into Dirty Hairy’s.  Only Simba.  Just as well as BP cried the whole time she bathed Simba.  She kept finding places where Simba was hurt, scabbed and raw skin, more hiding ticks.  Caked in dirt that had to be scrubbed off and out of matted hair.  Turns out she had chewed herself raw because of all the flea bites.  Simba cried and BP cried with her.  The lady at Dirty Harry’s gave BP a very special shampoo to use on Simba to kill the fleas.  BP didn’t use the blow dryer on Simba.  She doesn’t with us either.  It’s a really scary machine and makes way too much noise.  Simba was scared enough.

This was the beginning of Taz’s jealousy.  BP held Simba in a dry, warm towel all the way home.  Even while we stopped at the place we’re moving to.  The good news there was a man was very interested in taking Simba into his home if no other alternatives worked out.  None of us want Simba to be destroyed or sent back to people who obviously did not take care of her.  Not even Taz.

Ruby (aka Simba) up front
Not only did I have a bath, but I got a halter, too. I don’t like it!

Stay tuned for Part 2 of Rescue Ruby’s story!


Author: Julie

Initially, Alpha Dog (my partner Jeff), our two Miniature Schnauzers, and myself were on a life changing journey as Alpha Dog retired in September 2010. At the same time our lease was up. So, we hit the road! The journey has changed so much. As soon as we hit the road, gas prices skyrocketed so we didn't get to travel as much as we would have liked, but enough to be able to make some choices. We are now stationary in the Daphne/Fairhope area of Alabama. We like it so much we're calling it home! I am no longer writing on behalf of myself and our exceptional Miniature Schnauzers, Jojo (salt & pepper) and Taz ( black & silver.) Taz died on 8/24/2015 and Jojo a month later. Life will never be the same again. There's no replacing those babies. But life does go on and we constantly adjust and learn!

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