Hey Ya’ll, here’s Sport and me! I’m the one in the Betty Rubble outfitJ I thought I was looking good in the “mirror”, but cameras don’t lie!!! Mick took this photo last Sunday.
Thanks for allowing me to share as I live life with lupus.
Archive for the “Sport’s Page” CategoryA day late and a dollar short!
So, did you figure out if last week’s Sport’s Page view of Knox was front or rear view? Here is another shot to help you out. If this conundrum doesn’t make you smile I don’t know what will!
  It’s easier to tell when you have both views to look at <smile>. What do you think?Perhaps you don’t have a pet…what brings joy to your life? I am a joy-holic, my pets, bubble baths, suduko, snuggling with my honey, nothing like near death experiences to open your eyes to joy. Don’t wait until you have one to stop and smell the roses, my friends. XOXOXOXO Thanks for allowing me to share, Ruby Facing life with lupus
6/26/2010 Meet Knox, Sport’s nephew. It’s hard to tell if this is the front or back view… Knox is adding a whole new dimension to my life <smile>.
Hay Chihuahua!
This is Sport and his cousin, Hazel, preparing to perform the Mexican Hat Dance! As you can see…Sport is a major source of joy in my life…joy is healthy! Tell me about the joy in your life!
Hey Ya’ll, I told you last week about Sport being my empty nest pet, well, he is my current pet, but he wasn’t my first empty nest pet. Before I em”bark” on this conversation let me begin by telling you right up front that I have always been a cat person. I currently have two cats, Spyder and Paris (Paris really belongs to my son, James). Anyway I will share their stories at a later date. But I promise you for years I had absolutely no use for dogs, they lick you with their slobbery tongues and chew up your cutest pair of shoes. Well about three years ago when Mick and I were visiting two of my sisters in Tennessee (they both had dogs, Nike and Colby) for some reason dogs suddenly didn’t seem quite so bad. So when James joined the army Mick took me to the pet shop to look at puppies. They were all soooo cute! Since Mick was the purchaser he got to be the picker…the only real stipulation was that the dog had to fit our home environment, a townhouse. Mick thinks pugs are cute and after holding a few of them I decided they were just right. We bought a male so now we had to decide on a name. Hmmmmmmmm where to begin…we decided to name him Swoosh after his cousin, Nike. Swoosh was so adorable and he loved us so much. He certainly did shed a lot. Thank goodness he seemed to like baths cause he could be kinda stinky too. We trained him to do a few tricks and he got to sleep in the big bed. We were a very happy family unit. I didn’t miss James at all, JUST KIDDING! One Friday evening after work we stopped by our townhouse before going to dinner. We decided to let Swoosh out of his play yard while we were gone. That is when tragedy struck. When we got back from dinner about an hour later Swoosh was huddled by the wall in the kitchen crying real tears it was so heart wrenching. He couldn’t walk. We scooped him up and rushed him to the emergency clinic. The only thing we can speculate is that he had fallen down the stairs because that’s where we found one of his toys. The vet x-rayed my poor baby and he had broken one of his hips and fractured the opposite leg. We were stunned, how in the world could this have happened. We were sent home with our beloved baby and some pain medicine to help him through the night with instructions to take him to his regular vet the next day. The prognosis was dire, especially for a 9 month old puppy. Even with extensive surgery he might never walk again and he would always be on pain medication. It was a hard decision but we thought it would be best if our poor baby went to heaven. I have seen an email going around about dogs not going to heaven, but ours did, and that’s that. So I am sharing with you today a picture of Swoosh Aguilar who made a genuine dog lover out of a cat person.
The joy my pets bring me can’t even be described in words. Not only did Swoosh and Sport give me a direction for my motherly instincts they brought me comfort during recovery from my worst flare and no matter how bad things may seem in my personal life, business life or in the world they bring a smile to my face. Ruby
Hey ya’ll, don’t say I didn’t warn you! Today is “Sport’s Page” day. If you read my About Me page then you know who Sport is. So, why is Sport important? He was a special gift to me from my husband, Mick, for my empty nest syndrome. Sport is two and a half years old now. Today’s photo is when he was a baby. To give you an idea of how small he was in the photo the floor is 14” x 14” tiles. He is not a tea cup or toy and would fit better in a gym bag than in a purse.
I hope you will make Sport’s Page fun by posting captions about his picture.
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