A Ruby By Any Other Name Would Still Smell Like Farts

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I am not sure if you all know the story of my name. Long before I was even a sparkle in my fur daddy’s eye my now mom began her obsession with bulldogs. On an outing she stumbled upon what I understand was a bulldog almost as beautiful as me. Her name was Ruby too, and since then it was the only name she could imagine for a bully!

Now my middle name is less of a great story and more about the fact that my parents love words, words and puzzles. Dad said my middle name should be Scube as a bit of a joke and I guess it stuck!

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