https://www.facebook.com/633194593382940/

Ruby The Bean

Domů
česko
Praha
Ruby The Bean

Hi, I'm Ruby the boxweiler dog. My humans like to laugh at me because I snore, sit like a lady, and lay like a frog.

Adresa

Praha
11000

Internetová stránka

Upozornění

Buďte informováni jako první, zašleme vám e-mail, když Ruby The Bean zveřejní novinky a akce. Vaše emailová adresa nebude použita pro žádný jiný účel a kdykoliv se můžete odhlásit.

Videa

Wasn’t a big fan of watermelon, but 🍏 Granny Smith apples! I’ll take that any day :))) #asmrdog #asmreating #asmrcrunch #asmrappleapple #appleeating #dogvideos

My mom trying to force to me eat my fruits and veggies, like.... 🍉 🍉

Brushing up on my singing skills. In exchange for food, of course ;) #hungrydog #singingdog #cutedogvideos #dogvideo #dogvideooftheday

Sharing is caring 🍦

That feeling when your human sends you a video of her hanging out with some other dog............... 🙄🙄🙄 ok but she cute tho. 😬🤫

She used to get the zoomies and do this on her own every day. 😍✨ #mokkadog #ibelieveicanfly #slowmo

Her face was always so squishy. #boxerlove

Hi Ma. Thanks for taking me to the park and thanks for taking care of all my weird injuries. You’re a peach. - - - #dogmom #mothersday #mom #dogmomlife #cutedogvideos #cutedog #mydog #mydogiscutest #mydogismychild #cutedogs

Weekend vibes! ✨🌳☀️

Calling my canines! https://instagram.com/p/BhwFTDvleD0/

Rare footage of me as a baby! 💕 my first time on a boat! - - - - #dogstagram #dogsofinstagram #fbf #boxweiler #puppy #puppylove #puppiesofinstagram #mydogiscutest #mydog #tbt #throwback

Fun in the snow ❄️

Leaf hunter!!! 🍁

Odkazy

Sdílet

Kategorie

Boxweiler, Hyper, Sassy, Ruby: A Life story.

I was born in Daly City, California, to a boxer mom-dog and rottweiler dog-dad. After 8 weeks of living with my brothers and sisters, we went for a ride to Fisherman’s Wharf, where a funny lady picked me out from the bunch. Her name was Marina. That night, I was all alone in this giant box, when I suddenly got super lonely. I started howling and crying, hoping my bros could come to rescue, but instead that girl Marina showed up. She got in the cage and kept me company until the morning. From then on, I understood. I’d been adopted!

For a while, we lived in Berkeley, where I’d get to play with other doggos at Willard Park from time to time. It was kinda crazy living there, especially since I was going through puberty and all that jazz. My new mom was always frustrated about me chewing up her aromatic leather shoes, hundred dollar headphones, and that pair of designer sunglasses, but honestly? I was just soooo bored.

After two years of that, I got on a plane and arrived in Prague, Czechia. My new home was weird! All the doggos were listening to commends that didn’t sound anything like the English and Russian I was used to. I’d spend time with my Ma at her work a lot, always making sure to bark at any possible intruders, especially if they were delivering things. I mean, what is it with humans knocking on doors?! They are asking to get a bark back. Anyway, at some point my humans decided I had to go back to California to live with my gramma and Mokka Latte, my boxer auntie. At first, I gave Mokka a hard time, but eventually she grew on me and we became buddies.

Nine months and twenty-five pounds later, Marina and Tomy came back to get me. We got on a plane again and whoosh! I woke up in Prague. We’ve basically been here ever since, visiting Rieger Park whenever it isn’t too muddy, and occasionally taking field trips to other parts of town via tram. I’m not too fond of those trips because I have to wear a muzzle when I go, but you know... humans.

When it comes to my health, I’ve always been a bit of a pickle. As a puppy I struggled with separation anxiety and dandruff. As an adolescent, I ate a bunch of things that had to be pumped out of my stomach... what can I say? It was a rebellious phase! Anywaaaaaay, as an adult, my health was mostly good, save for a few incidents of self-mutilation. I know, I know, since when do dogs do that kind of thing, right? Not even the Vet had an explanation, so don’t ask. I chewed off some skin on my leg, then I broke a nail, at one point I got desperate and even swallowed the bandage from my paw because ugh! That didn’t end up too great for me.

Now that I’m entering “senior” age, I’ve had my first big procedure. In December of 2017, my humanoid found a weird lump in my mouth. If you ask me, it’d been bothering me for a while, but I can’t really talk so I couldn’t quite explain it. In any case, I had a bunch of docs check it out and finally, after a CT scan, we could see that the tumor had destroyed my bones and the decision was made to operate. I had a quarter of my lower jaw removed!! It was pretty traumatic, if I’m honest, but I made it. For about a month, we all waited in suspense to find out what kind of tumor it was. As it turns out, it was “probably” a squamous papilloma or something. The lab results said it’s most likely all taken out, so we shouldn’t worry. My humans worried anyway, so I had to get a sonogram and x-ray done to make sure there were no lumps anywhere else. Thank goodness that was all clear!

So, now the story continues. I hope you had fun reading and that you continue to follow my journey here on Facebook. Bye-woof!