Bella and Boo will be here soon…
Dear Friends,
A lovely miracle has occurred here today at the cottage. Two little pugs that I had seen and fallen in love with at the rescue and wanted to adopt were quickly adopted and though my heart was heavy with sadness this is the way things work and other little ones came into my life. Sweet tiny Penny and Precious Pugsley joined baby Tanner and my beloved Sampson, now 13. Such a full and happy family we are, but I always remembered Boo and Bella with a tugging at my heart. I had said I would adopt as many as 5 total so there was room for one more. And then…
Today I looked on the rescue page and there were Boo and Bella again. They had been adopted out and sent back. The reasons don’t matter and they were not at fault but I just knew they were supposed to be here with us and after a day of phone calls all over the place today it was settled that Boo and Bella will come here with my little family of pugs and I. They are very special little ones, these little black pugs which I adore. My first pug ever was tiny black Babs who stole my heart and started the pug revolution in my life! But these two… ah, where do I start…
They were not born together and have only been together the last couple of years but they are incredibly bonded now and cannot be separated. They are 4 and 5 years old, but such a time they’ve had, mostly little Boo. Bella was born with a congenital eye defect leaving one eye very tiny and she can’t see out of it. Poor little Boo was badly abused, kicked in the face so hard he lost an eye and several teeth. I can’t even say out loud how it makes me feel when I think about the person who hurt Boo, or my dear sweet little Pugsley who most recently came and had also been badly abused, and most of the others that come here have also been abused or come from terrible circumstances. The amazing thing is that once they get past the fear and terror in their little eyes, they bloom like flowers in the garden and are so full of unconditional love it is humbling. People tell me that I am doing a good thing taking in these little ones. I can only say that whatever I do for them they give back to me tenfold. So much love from such small creatures.
Sweet little Bella…
Precious little Boo…
Bella and Boo’s foster mother and I talked for a long time today and she said, “Together they have one pair of eyes.” We laughed gently at the little ones who for all intents and purposes are each other’s “seeing eye dogs.” But they will fit in just fine. Little Penny is almost completely blind and I have had a houseful that were blind or deaf or both and it never ceases to amaze me how well they adapt. Penny is so used to her house and fenced yard that we go out and she trots out the door, down the deck steps and into the yard to her special spots and she will beat me back into the house! If only we could adapt as well as they can. Boo is afraid of stairs, especially going down because he has not fully adjusted to life with one eye so I will carry him gently and I know that like Penny it won’t be long before he is flying all over the place like a champ and no one will be the wiser.
So I was only going to take 5, but these 2 came as a bonded pair that could not be separated and, well, really, like with their eyes, they are so bonded it’s really sort of, well, not much more than one, is it?
And so now all the work on the house is finished, the garden, ever more magical, is drifting into the sleeping time of the year, the house glitters with lights inside and out, and very soon six little pugs will bounce merrily around the cottage with the 4 parrots chittering and chattering and I go about my chores humming and singing and laughing as the little parade of puglings follow me everywhere.
It’s time to take the little ones back to bed and as they dream of sugar plums and peanut butter treats I shall dream of my two new little babies on the way. What a merry Christmas it will be. What joy they will bring. I feel so full and grateful and happy. So much love, so many blessings, for one woman in a cottage with roses everywhere, a Magic Ship out back, and a house full of pugs and parrots, twinkling lights and the holy days of the season, a reminder of all that is pure and innocent, and love that fills the air in abundance all around us here.
I whisper “Thank you,” to the heavens, and smile at the little snoring pugs all around me. It’s time for us to go to bed, and very soon two more will join us. Come to bed little ones, another day is done…
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