~ Margo Kaufman ~
2nd pug to come to the cottage after my precious
wee little black girl Babs whom I lost in June at
nearly 16. Sam came in September 2007 and the
ever irresistible Harvey one year later. Sam is my
“velcro pug” and usually attached to my body but
he likes to snuggle and sleep with his little bro’,
Harvey.
Big Dog Moe, the elder dog in the cottage whom we adopted at less than 3 months old from the Humane Society and who is now over 17, and who never liked the idea of pugs anyway, just rolled his eyes, shot me an “I told you so,” look, and went back to sleep. He was mumbling “Pugs are useless and unconscionable interlopers…” as he trailed off to sleep. He thinks they are alien beings from another planet (He may not be far off!), and it was absolutely UNnecessary to get one in the first place never mind 3 in 3 months and a total of 4 in one year. It took a long time, with me alpha-dogging it and studying The Dog Whisperer like some people read The Holy Bible (I’m sorry folks, my Bible is right here too but there was narry a chapter or verse on problems with big old dogs and incoming elderly pugs…) and finally after our beloved vet and I who had both tried everything threw our hands up in despair, medicating him with anti-anxiety medication was the only solution to prevent a bloodbath of Biblical proportions, and finally we have a peaceable kingdom here and Moe and I are both happy as 2 kids eating cotton candy at a street fare now that we are BOTH properly medicated!
Big Dog Moe |
Sam “helping” with the laundry!
The only thing she wasn’t supposed to “help” with,
the fiber art project I was working on!
is even more chubbily adorable in person and
perfect for squishing with multitudes of kisses.
These 3 1/2 years with the pugs, all senior citizens (I only adopt the elderly or infirm), has been quite a series of mostly wonderful lessons for me. I have learned, even more deeply, as I have always known with dogs of all sorts since I was a little girl, that dogs are the only unconditional love I believe we will ever know. I have also learned the difficult lesson of putting someone else’s needs above your own.
My first little pug, Babs…
Every morning I am up about 6 to get all of the dogs out. They get a little treat to tide them over and we go back to bed until about 7:30. I would NEVER have to set an alarm clock because at 7:30 on the dot and not a minute later Harvey sounds the alarm that IT’S BREAKFAST TIME AND WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU STILL DOING IN BED FOR HEAVEN’S SAKES??? And one of the most adorable things about Harvey (at least to me, his Mama! :o), is that if he doesn’t get what he seriously wants/needs immediately he does not bark, he does not howl, he actually cries loudly sounding very nearly exactly like a human baby. It’s absolutely pitiful and the most adorable thing to me. I hang over the bed, nose to nose with Harvey whose nose touches mine and say, “Alright little fella, Mama’s getting up.” To see that little puggery tail wag back and forth at top speed side to side like windshield wipers is enough to make me climb mountains for him, for all of them, for now there are a crowd of waggles and woofs and Big Dog Moe’s nose is being shoved in for kisses and there is always only ONE nose missing.
I love hearing about how you came to have your pugs. Do you still have to medicate Moe or is he used to everyone by now?
Pugs are quite a dog. We see them a lot at the dog park and each time I just laugh.
Wonderful you adopted an older dog 🙂
What you’ve done is really admirable. You’re the saving grace of those senior pugs.
This picture is very beautiful.
We also have 2 pugs ages 4 and 3 and they have changed our life. there not just little dogs but very smart and compassinate to how humans feel. i would never own a different breed of dogs.. pugs are the best!!
This picture fantastic.
Lovely picture,I love hearing about how you came to have your pugs. Do you still have to medicate Moe or is he used to everyone by now?