Disappearing Food: A Story About Ravenous Ruby

March 24, 2017
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She stands with her front paws on the granite countertop,
her nose scanning for food.
Not a scent to be sniffed, she tips
over a glass that shatters on the wooden kitchen floor.


She sneaks up to my bedroom, destroying my garbage can in search of food,
leaving me a messy trail to clean.
Over winter break, she devoured my Christmas goodies:
one pound of the world’s largest Reese’s peanut butter cups, a bag of Hershey’s kisses, and the wrappers too.


My childhood dream of a pet horse came true . . . or close
in a 65-pound chocolate labrador.
I wanted to name her Sonador . . . the name of a horse in my favorite movie,
however, three syllables was one too many for the amount of trouble she caused.


My Christmas present ate my Christmas present—
more trouble than thrill.
At least my shoes are still in pairs of twos,
and for that, I thank mischievous Ruby.

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