Ruby


One morning Wildwood Papa was driving down our long gravel driveway, heading off to work. It was early morning and dark out when suddenly a squatty brown creature careened off into the path of the truck. He braked suddenly and wondered, how in the heck did Ruby get out of the fence this time?
He looked closer and realized that it wasn’t our own squatty brown dog, Ruby but a wild pig running for its life! Truly, it was an honest mistake because our Miss Ruby has the body shape of a wild pig, not to mention their willful, tenacious nature.

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