Ru Boy

This is the story all about how my life got tip-turned upside down.  Just kidding, I’m not Will Smith and this is about a dog.  MY DOG.  OK I need to amend that, Joey and my dog.  We are equally entitled to all the snuggles, puppy kisses, “play” bites, and little presents behind the rocking chair that this little pyrenewf has to offer

On his way home for the very first time :’)

So many of you may wonder, how did these fools get this absolutely flawless dog?  That is a very valid question.

A Brief History of Rubeus Gabianelli-Morrison


  • Height: 18 inches
  • Weight: 15ish lbs (we’ll go to the vet tomorrow and make sure)
  • Lineage: 1/4 Newfoundland, 3/4 Great Pyrenees
    • Mom: Lady, 1 yr, 1/2 Pyrenees-1/2 Newfoundland, 120 lbs
    • Dad: Dude, 3 yrs, Pyrenees, 100ish lbs
  • Date of Birth: 02/08/2016
  • Date of re-homing: 04/09/2016
  • Dog Status: Nugget
  • Projected Adult Weight: 105-130 (depending on how much the newfy comes through)
  • Likes:
    • all food
    • Fido (the Morrison family dog)
    • naps
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    • tennis balls
    • Carlton the rabbit
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    • snuggles
    • belly rubs
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    • hiding under the ottoman
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    • His little tiny storm trooper
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    • Eating flowers
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    • HIS TAIL WAGON (this is the trailer he will be living in this summer)
  • Dislikes
    • Peeing in the dark
    • Watching other dogs get treats
    • War
    • Donald Trump
    • Sales Tax
    • Income inequality
    • Being told not to chew on the rug fringe


In the beginning, there was the Dude.

Dude when we met him in August 2014.  Note the boy scout bandana, he is always prepared

Dude and his humans, the illustrious Alex and Zari, lived with us in a shared house we found when we first moved to Portland.  We were starry eyed new comers, found the place on craig’s list and moved in as soon as possible.  It turned out that the woman we were all sub-letting from was nutso burgers, we all got evicted after just a few months, yadda yadda yadda.  A common enemy bonds people like no other so naturally Alex and Zari and Joey and I all stayed friends and we all grew to love each other, the Dude included.


This beautiful animal found her way into Alex and Zari’s lives just about a year ago.

Lady in March 2015 when she came on the scene

It was pretty much love at first sight.  I mean OK, the Dude was 2 and Lady friend was just a puppy herself but you could tell he cared for her.  They became fast friends, he played with her rougher and rougher as she grew until she got big enough to full on brawl.  Now she is bigger than the dude and beats the bejeezus out of him on the daily.  We all talked about a magical hypothetical future time when they would have puppies and we would all be a little closer to related.


Well really it wasn’t so dramatic as that.  Lady and Dude were on the road with Zari and Alex when Lady got her first heat.  As these animals are both over 100 lbs and the back of the van is roughly 1 Dude wide and 2 Dudes long, one thing led to another and when left alone for a couple of minutes on a pit stop these two couldn’t deny their love any longer.

So now the dream had become a reality!  The Dude and Lady had their brood and we were on the list to receive a perfect little angel nugget.


This dog has consumed my thoughts since its inception.  I regularly said to Joey, “I just want to pick him up and carry him around.”  When looking at pictures of the litter we talked and talked about which one would be ours.  We talked about which one we could see ourselves with, riding through the mountains, hiking through the valleys, chillin on the couch (not your couch, mom, he knows the rules).  We kept coming back to Ru.  His calico spots, his little Saint Bernard lookin’ face, and his silly little expression were so endearing.  I kept thinking “if only he’s still there when we see the litter, we’ll meet him, make him fall in love with us, and take him home before anyone else could charm him.”

Then about a week and a half I saw on facebook that Alex and Zari were going to go down to LA to deliver some pups before we were able to get there.  I sank to the bottom of the ocean.  How could people not take this beautiful creature?  He would surely be the first to go, with those ombre ears and sad eyes.  How could anyone resist?  I started sending panicked messages to Zari.  I asked if I could reserve a “spotted one”, always trying to play it cool and not admit that I was so in love with him that I would angry cry until I threw up every half hour for the rest of my miserable life if he found a forever home with anyone but us.

Zari responded saying not to worry, they already had one picked for us.  My heart started beating so fast, was it him?  the spotted angel?  the light of my life?  that calico king? She sent this picture:


It was becoming more and more clear to me that this dog was destined to be ours.  But still I did not let my anxiety wane.  The pup was not in my arms yet, it was still somewhere else and not quite mine.  In the next week I drove Alex and Zari up the wall with my check in texts, asking for timelines, double texting like a fiend.  But when the day came and we met them in the little town in Mendicino where they currently live, they opened the van door and we knew.  Ru boy walked right up to us.  His brothers and sisters hung back waiting for a sign from the big dogs on who these people were and whether or not it was right to be scared, but Ru boy marched right up.  We knew he was for us and we were for him and after spending a couple days on the farm to ease the transition for him he was finally ours to keep. Welcome to the family, Rubeus.  It wouldn’t be one without you.



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