A Love Letter

Dear Ruby:

I am so happy that you have been feeling better.  

I was so worried about you. 

It seems like just days ago when the puppy doctor told me he couldn't guarantee that you would make it.  That virus really took its toll on you. 

Boy, that medicine sure was expensive.  You are just a gold-plated puppy, aren't you??

What's that?  You've been watching my Will Ferrell movies again? 

Don't worry, I will get over the window.  It will only be $1800 to replace.  We were going to replace it eventually, it just wasn't in the budget for a few years yet.

I know you were just rough-housing under the dining room table with Sharkey and that knocking over the chair into that big window was an accident. 

What was that? 

Sharkey did it? 

Of course, WHAT was I thinking?

No, Ruby, stay. 

You don't have to get out of the French-y chair. 

You're a dog. 

You had a hard day's work. 

Sit down. 

Oh, and I wanted to thank you personally for that special present you left between the Christmas tree and the wall there. 

I know you were trying to hide it until Christmas, but I found it!  I thought I had said I wanted Hulk Hands, but it must have slipped my mind.

Didn't I tell you to stay away from my tree? 

You almost knocked it over when you dove under it last week and came out the other side.

And please, Ruby, stay out of the boys' room. 

I know about what happened in there. 

You just couldn't hold it? 

With all the Legos and trains strewn about in there, I was in crisis mode until I found it.

I thought I might pick it up accidentally as I searched through the mound of boy-matter looking frantically but gingerly for the source of smell that alerted me. 

I know you go potty outside when I take you out. 

We just haven't gotten to the point where you can tell me you HAVE to go. 

YET. 

But you will.

You will.

You're going to have yourself a merry little Christmas, aren't you?

Stay on the nice list, k?

I need a break.

Love, Ma