Holding that face between my hands, looking into those eyes I ask again. And she kisses me, unable to give me words I can understand.
Fate is capricious.
Ruby Tuesday bears witness to the extremes of fate. Mid June found her dodging traffic in Des Moines. By early July she was home with me and had gone from JaneDoeDog to Mocha and finally Ruby Tuesday . She was never a dog I wanted, but when I heard there was a homeless Siberian Husky, a responsibility towards the breed came alive within me. This was not because I love the breed.