The trial of Ruby - GODYEARS

The trial of Ruby

August 18, 2007

Please note that there has been no attempt to censor Ruby's face. Which means she will be mighty pissed when she reads this blog... which does not bode well for the clothes I left behind at home. But then, you only live once.. so I'll take a chance she's gonna be busy in her pooch dating sites and will miss my blog. Presenting - The trial of Ruby
How do criminals react to being caught ? Do they deny the crime outright, even with blood on their hands ? Do they turn aggressive ? Do they hide or whimper ? Do they look for the nearest object to attack you with ? FIGHT OR FLIGHT, in the end ?

These are not the best of times at home, with everyone having their share of blame games, accusations, counter accusations etc. In the midst of this, it's nice to have a calm unaffected head watching the whole ballgame of life and going about her business nonchalantly. As always, it's not the humans of the house who seem to have the most rational mind.. but then this vegetable thief has been around awhile.

Scene of the Crime : Upstairs garden verandah.
Crime : Chewing prized and painstakingly watered plants.
Suspects :
  • Ruby ( Woof ! )
  • Roshan ( The fact that I don't like green veggies is totally lost on my family at times, I swear )
  • Wildcats ( Ruby's nemesis )
  • Squirrels ( I can't believe I come above wild cats and squirrels !!)
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Well, anyway, I decided it was time to prove my innocence ( or atleast come below the damn wildcats in the list ) so I lured the prime suspect up and let her out into the garden verandah for a minute. That's usually enough. She always goes running around hunting for the wildcats, then slowly starts sniffing around the plants.Sure enough, I soon had mobile pics of her chewing happily on a plant she finally chose after sniffing quiet a few. I called Mom to show her the culprit red handed and prove my innocence . Thats when the fun began.
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Hearing my calls and seeing me wagging my paw..uh, finger, Ruby came rushing out to try and escape from the scene of the crime. But alas! The Crime Patrol Mother was halfway up the stairs already and was soon growling at the dog (?) for eating her plants. FLIGHT OR FIGHT ?
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The smart ass dog chose Fight. It was hilarious to see her push my mother's hand away whenever my mom wagged her fingers at Ruby. It was tough too.
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Note where the dog is balancing..at the edge of the stairs and still finding the balance to paw away. Her loud barks ( dog's, not moms!! ) is another defence mechanism she uses well. She tried drowning out my mom's voice. It's kind of her way of saying - "Keep your voice down. He'll hear." Seriously. I've seen it so many times over the years, yet I never tire of how silly she looks when she starts pleading her case out.
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Him ? Well, if there's one person she always aims to please, it's dad..around him, no tricks, no stunts. Daddy's Princess. We both ( me and mom ) realised it and so she called for my father. Hearing the term that normally brings my father along, the transformation occured.
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Suddenly this dog became quiet as a mouse. She just sat there, ears down and stared past my mom...looking and listening for any sign of Dad coming. Now even when we goaded her and taunted her, she didn't fall. The criminal had given up FIGHT mode and was now awaiting the Executioner's arrival. This went on for the best part of 3 minutes ( that's 21 minutes in dog years, mind you ) and finally, she realised we were bluffing. That Dad was probably having a nap and wasn't coming.
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Result ? A more vigorous attack on Mom this time for playing the fool on her. More pawing away, the occasional teeth snaps and barks. Not to mention pulling at her dress as she retreated down the stairs. She did pause halfway to look up at me and howl once. An ominous growl. Then ran down to chase my mom across the sitting room.
Not that I'm scared or anything, but I'm locking the doors at night so Ruby can't get in. Doesn't hurt to be safe these days.




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10 comments

  1. kya awesome description hai! i never had a dog..and im not too fond of them as such..but this one looks damn smart!bet u've learnt a lot from her :D

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  2. now THATS a smart dog for u... imagine what would have happened if the paparazzi was involved?

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  3. smart doggie.. give him a kissi for me:)

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  4. hahaha.. u shud have posted it then.. anyway, better late than never.. and u actually deleted posts?? :O

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  5. Hey Rosh,

    Me again. I've got a lot of free time on my hands now - and going through your blog has made some what-would-have-been-otherwise-snail-paced hours, really interesting and fun. It was good to see your writing again after school. In fact, there is still a haunting familiarity around it :)Glad that your imagination is wackier than it ever was - And that you're able to laugh at life and make others do too. Bravo and Blog away!!!

    P.S. Nice Ruby doggie, by the way.Dog tantrums are new one for me :)

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  6. nisha, i learnt almost everythin i knw from my dogs!!!!

    nags, sigh.. thats what boredom does.. it invites change.

    and vijaya, lovely to hear from u so regularly after so long.. how are u doing ?

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  8. Rosh,

    wot's your email id? 'cos I sent one to originalprankster026@yahoo.com and it bounced :)

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  9. ur dog did all that?!!awesome!what breed is it?mayb i shud get one 2 fite 4 my cause...

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  10. reni, trust me... u dont want my dog.. its tough living with the inferiority complex that ur dog's smarter than u

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