When I was seven I was given my first puppy. I named her Pudgy. She was so cute and cuddly. I would lay on the grass with her on my chest and tell her stories of adventures we would have together. One day I came home from school and my mother told me she was gone. Someone had killed her. My heart was broken. I swore I would never give my heart away to another pet. One day about three years ago I stopped at a gas station and when I walked in to pay I heard puppy noises. I felt the tug to ask to see them, or even to talk about them, but I resisted. It had been fifty years since I felt that tug. The clerk asked me if I would like to see them. I gave in and said yes. I walked into the office area and looked down and there were three little puppies. The clerk said they were Shih Tzu and toy poodle mixes. I thought I’d set on the floor and watch them, for a few minutes. I sat down and instantly this chubby female came over, crawled up into my lap, closed her eyes and went to sleep. My heart was given away that day to that little puppy of three weeks old. I was a goner. The sad news, someone had already bought her. He was going to pick her up that evening. Once again my heart was broken. My daughter left her name and phone number on the slim chance the new owners decided they didn’t want the puppy after all. A few days later she received a call that the man who had bought the puppy had to bring it back because his wife didn’t want to deal with potty training a puppy. I was blessed that day. I named her Ruby Mae. Please check out our shop area to find our newest and latest dog items.