Or more corectly, Sam doesn't like her.
Actually, when I took this picture and the flash went off, Sam looked at me, and made an annoyed, "Humphh." He then realized where he had fallen asleep, who had joined him on the bed, and walked across the room to sleep in his own bed, where I'm sure he felt much more distinguished... you know not consorting with riff-raff such as Miss Ruby.
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You tell him that Miss Ruby is not riff-raff. She is a bona-fide chair-stealing boxer-of-joy. And then squeak something near him to take the sting out.
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