Ruby the Rotten Rottie

by Judy Harrison
(Richmond BC Canada)

I had two dogs at the time. Sasha a Rottweiler/Shepherd cross adult, and Ruby, a rambunctious purebred Rottie about a year and a half old.

I had walked them to the local store to pick up some lottery tickets. There was a heavy wrought iron bench outside the store to which I tied the dogs, one at each end.

While I was in the lineup at the store, a very loud metallic scraping and bumping could be heard outside the door.

Everyone turned to witness a wrought iron bench being dragged down the centre of the main street by a Rottweiler, with another dog sheepishly following the bench along.

I asked the gentlemen behind me to hold my place in line while I went out and 'heaved' the bench back into place in front of the store.

I went back in, bought my lottery tickets and quickly walked the dogs back home.