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through the fields and swimming in ponds. She knew this couldn't be her "purpose." Ruby's owners loved that they only had to bathe her once a month and brush her silky coat a few times a week. She knew she would get too dirty on a hunting trip. And, she got tired after a few laps around the park and really didn't like to swim. Ruby like to chase the birds and squirrels out of her yard, but Ruby wouldn't want to be a retriever.
After talking to a Bloodhound that could sniff out anyone or anything; a Siberian Husky that could pull a sled for long distances, an Australian Shepherd that kept the sheep in the proper place; and a St. Bernard that worked as a rescue dog, Ruby decided that she wasn't going to discover her "purpose" this way. She headed home more sad and confused than ever.
When Ruby arrived home she crawled onto her soft, purple pillow. Tricky got down of the couch and approached Ruby. "What's going on", Tricky questioned. I've been out trying to find out what I'm supposed to do with my life. It seems like every other dog has a very important job, a "purpose." I guess we don't have one.", whimpered Ruby. "Are you kidding me? We have a very important purpose", barded Tricky. "All we do is sleep on our humans' laps and bed. We play, eat and sleep." "Where is the importance in that?", Ruby replied. "That's exactly what our job is, Ruby. Since the 15th century our breed has been bred to be a companion to people. Long ago in England, our ancestors were (continued on page 7)
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