At the dog park the other day, I met a funny, pudgy little Puggle named Ruby. She sat in a lady's lap with a tennis ball in her mouth. That's all she did. The whole time. Whenever someone tried to take the ball out of her mouth, she moved her head away, so they never got it away from her.
I found out that Ruby is five years old and escaped Hurricane Katrina a few years ago. Lucky pup. Now she's a New York City girl.
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