First things first

So here I am.

My mom says that I should keep a journal of all the fun things that are going to be happening to me in the next little while, so that we can reflect back on them later. I am thinking that would be a fabulous idea, if I could read or type...or speak English.

My name is Ruby, and I am almost three years old. When people ask my mom what I am, she has one answer 'She is a lab's Lab'. I am a Labrador Retriever. Yellow, not golden, and I am quite the girlie.

I live in Windsor, Ontario in Canada with my mom, Melissa and my big brother Rhys. Rhys is also a Labrador, of the yellow genre, but most often my mom calls him 'Bad dog', and he just loves it!

For the record, I am not a 'Bad dog'. I am a sweet lady with soft velvet ears that are always warm and I also have been told on several occasions that I give the best kisses. I also have a little talent called 'Belly Dancing'.

My mom likes to pretend that she has known me all my life, telling people stories about when I was a baby, and how cute I was. But she didn't know me when I looked like a sunburnt hamster, my first 'Mum' did. But when I was 8 weeks old, something magical happened and my now Mom came and brought me to her house, and I have been her little Ruby girl ever since.

Lately, my mom has been preoccupied with a few things, obedience titles and my future. She keeps saying things like 'I just know you are going to be a great mother'. And I wonder, does that mean I am going to have my own sunburnt hamsters one day? I hope so.

She also keeps telling me that 'You are just never going to be ready for Open'. And I think she means something to do with the white plastic dumbell she makes me hold. It tastes like the toys she lets Rhys play with, cause he eats everything else, including my stuffies.

I don't eat stuffies either.