The apples are back and therefore the deer are also.  Dam things aren’t even afraid of Ruby because they’ve learned she doesn’t leave her yard. It might also be that there are six of them and only one of her. They stay just outside her boundary and hiss.  And eat apples. And poop. Every night.

Pepe, by Ruby

“My new friend, Pepe, perfumed me last night and I smelled beautiful.  So beautiful, in fact, that when I came inside, I rubbed some of it into the door mat and dining room carpet.  I was thinking that special gesture might make the smell last a little longer.   You know how certain perfumes smell better on some than others?  I guess Mary didn’t like the smell at all because she made me take it off immediately.  I mean, a bath at midnight?  Was that really necessary?

She used some kind of special concoction of hydrogen peroxide, dish soap and baking soda.  Now I smell like the medicine cabinet.  And, I think Pepe is pissed at her.  Like, really pissed.

I hope I see him again tonight so I can apologize…”



This little guy was hanging out Friday afternoon just outside Ruby’s electric fence boundary.

fawn in yard

Then Saturday morning I found him here on the rock patio!

fawn on patio

He’s making it hard for Ruby to be outside because now he is in her yard.  At least back under the tree he was outside Ruby’s boundary.  I’ve had to take her out on a leash so she doesn’t find him.  He’s so tiny and wobbly I think she could easily catch him if she got the chance.

My neighbor has one in her yard too!




butterfly 2

Yesterday there was a butterfly fluttering around this beautiful hanging basket.  You can see it in the second photo right near the top of the plant.  It’s the only flowering plant I have in the yard and I thought it would be high enough so that Ruby couldn’t play with any of the bugs it attracted.  Well, she saw the butterfly and was very interested.  And patient, she waited for it to come to her.  And it did.  And she ate it.  In one bite.  Fast.

And gross.  I mean, I know it’s the circle of life and all that but the poor butterfly had no chance.  She spied it, stalked it, pounced and swallowed.

At least she’s not allergic to butterflies.

Electric Fence

We have the electric fence.  For those of you who aren’t familiar, it’s an underground wire around the perimeter of the property that serves as an “invisible” fence.  Ruby wears a collar and if she gets too close to the “fence” she gets a small jolt from the collar.  The training taught her to retreat back inside her yard when that happens, not to run away.  She’s known her boundaries for a year and so far she has not crossed them.  Not for bees or squirrels.  She has gotten zapped a few times but has never crossed the line.

Because I feel secure with the electric fence I don’t usually go out with her. I open the back door and she takes herself out.  Often she’ll run out the door barking and fly to her perimeter.  Last night that very thing happened!  There were several deer behind the house in the field and she knew it.  I stepped outside to see what the barking was all about and saw them myself.  She never crossed the line to get them.  She ran along it, back and forth, hoping one of them would come over to her side.  That didn’t happen either.  Thankfully.

I love the electric fence because it keeps Ruby in her yard.  It doesn’t, however, keep anything else out.  We’d need a lot more collars.


Christmas in the fall

Remember how she eats everything?  Rocks, aluminum siding, bees.  In the fall of 2014 the sedum were flowering.  There were 4 plants across the back of the house and they were beautiful.  The bees thought so too.  One flower can attract several bees.  Each plant has many flowers.  By my math, there were a lot of bees.  There were so many buzzing around it was like Christmas for Ruby.   They were there just for her.  She leapt at them and snuck up on them.  She must have actually gotten a couple, but a few stings wasn’t enough to spoil her holiday.  She kept at it.  She’s very diligent.  I tried to warn her.

I keep checking on her and I see she’s finally out in the yard away from the flowers.  She’s on a break.  Thank goodness!  The next thing I know, we’re flying to the vet for an emergency appointment.  They’ll be ready for us when we get there.  She’s unresponsive.  Breathing shallow and fast.   I couldn’t believe it.  I hadn’t decided if I loved this dog yet (remember the biting?) but I certainly didn’t want this to be the end.  And she appeared to be near death.

As we’re driving, I can see her eyes are beginning to focus a bit.  She’s trying to lift her head.  The nurse met us in the parking lot and we got her on the gurney.  She’s rushed in and attended to immediately.  An hour or so later the vet brings her to an examining room and says she had been in anaphylactic shock.  She’ll need an epi-pen!  She’s never prescribed one before but she’s sure we can get it at our pharmacy.  And, we’re not out of the woods yet.  She’d like to observe her for another hour or two.

I had plenty of time to decide that I must love this dog!  Why else would I have been so upset and scared?  I wanted her to be OK.  When I got home I cut back all the sedum.  This summer I have no flower pots.  I guess I do love her.