(yes, this is a recycled thread, I don't have many new pictures uploaded)
Memorial Day, 2005
We start out with Ruby modelling her 'show collar' The chain maille one I made for the SurePets taping.
Next we have the 'out and back' for the judge. Ruby is, of course, pouting.
The very kind judge walking me through how to stack her
Getting my evaluation: excellent temperament, good top line
Ruby in her hardware
Trying for Best in Show (yeah right)
Waiting for our turn, furball behind us, Ruby growled once and I faced her away... by picking her up.
Another down and back
Heading back to the main line. Oh, what is that yellow thing in my pocket? Ruby's drool rag! VERY professional Michelle!
Ruby facing AWAY from the judge during the final decision on Best in Show. Charming
YAY... off to camp! Where Ruby spent half the day having zoomies and attacking me in the hammock. It started with her biting my butt through the ropes. She learned that if she jumps ON to me, her feet didn't go through the holes. Eventually she landed on the edge and flipped me over ontop of her. Nice.... Once I was on the ground she grabbed my arm - oh joy! I eventually slipped my sweatshirt and he proudly ran off with her 'kill' shaking it to make sure it was good and dead.
I tried to get her to focus her loving attention on my parent's dogs. But oh no, Mommy is the only one who gets that treat!
Smiling on the deck
Catching her mid yawn
I've had enough Mom, see you!
The hammock where the 'attack' occured. Notice her smug look at having
chased me away!
Queen Ruby infront of the fern garden
Ruby running down the cliff infront of camp
Another view of the cliff - she and Emma are in the water.
Unbenonced to me, there are actually girl
genes in my family.
My neice Julia arrived in a green skirt with a full crinilen under it, her
yellow shirt had a big pink flower on it. She said she dressed up like
a flower to come to camp. Yes, she dresses herself. That is Clara in
the picture with her. Clara is the one in the picture from last year
sleeping with Ruby.
Clara with a captive audence - my 80 year old grandmother.
Every night we try to burn down camp. These pictures are of the wardrobe
that was sacrificed Sunday night. My mom put a wine bottle in the fire,
my dad said it wouldn't melt - wrong he was!
For scale, here is a photo of the front of camp. That is the cliff that the
dogs run up and down. It drops 110 feet down, and goes only 15 feet
out. It's pretty much vertical.
Ruby in the boat. My dad just got the engine overhauled. It is now
frightening to ride with him... I like to drive, but I'll only be going half
speed thank you!
Thats about it!