Today would have been dear Pugsley's 18th birthday. I still think of him all the time, and not just on special occasions. I think of him when the wind blows a certain way, I think of him in nature, when I'm around other dogs, on holidays and random moments throughout the day, weeks, years. He will never leave me, his presence and the legacy he left, his influence on my life has resulted in other pugs being saved, because he lived.
It doesn't matter how many dogs I adopt, foster, or love. Pugsley will always be my "soul pug" the special, the original, the one who started it all for me. He truly gave me so many great gifts and memories, and ultimately set me on the path I was meant to travel in life - becoming a rescuer of pugs!! My love for them is simply a reflection of my unwaivering love for him.
Happy Birthday sweet boy in heaven, I know you are running free and chewing on an endless supply of bully sticks and pigs ears. Until we meet again.
Everything I need to know, I learned from my dog
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps and stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout ... run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
~Dedicated to Pugsley
I love how Didi just looks at Moxie like she is a lunatic.
Moxie is not happy with her decreased food rations that the vet suggested.
She has definitely noticed a difference from the ½ a cup I used to give her to the 1/3 of a cup that they told me to give her.
The poor thing looks up at me all distraught like, "Whaaaa?" this is all I get? Did I do something wrong?
That is pretty heartbreaking for a pug owner to see.
Out of retaliation or sheer hunger (I can't decide which) she has taken to eating her wicker bed. She has been pooping out long sharp pieces of wicker and I have decided that it's probably healthier for her to be a pound or two overweight than it is for her to eat furniture.
So what if she is a pear shaped pug, and a little thick in the booty..
What I don't need is for her to eat something like sharp wicker that cuts her insides all up and could damage her intestines.
So now I have gone back to giving her ½ cup in the am and ½ cup in the pm with a tablespoon of wet added in so she thinks she is getting a little something extra.
She is enjoying carrots and green beans for healthy treats.
I guess the moral of the story is you can't always listen to what the vet's say, because like people each dog has their own unique set of circumstances and needs..
Instead I am going to work on finding her balance. Maybe it will be to exercise her more when the weather allows and just know that she will carry a little extra weight this time of year.
After all, she is a healthy growing puglet.... and don't we all carry a few extra pounds in the winter?
This was Moxie's Petfinder profile picture when I adopted her.
As you can see, her left eye hadn't been removed yet though it is noticeably cloudy and ulcerated. I don't know much about Moxie's past before I adopted her, but I do know this could have been prevented and her eye could have been saved..
We suspect her previous owners never treated her eye injury, perhaps because they couldn't afford it or maybe didn't care.
For all I know she could have been a stray and the injury occurred while she was wandering the streets alone, in search of food which would also explain why she is in a constant state of hunger at all times!
Whatever events led to it, she was abandoned and somehow found her way to the animal shelter with a bleeding ruptured eye which by that point had sustained so much damage, there was zero vision left in it. The only thing for the rescue vet to do at that point was to remove it completely.
I try to use this blog for good and to raise awareness of important issues. My hope for this article is that it saves just one pug's eye! That alone would make my last 8 years of blogging worth it.
I hope Moxie's story serves as an important reminder to all pug owners to please take emphatic care of your pugs eyes and watch them like hawks.
Please know that the slightest scratch from the family cat or bump from playing too rough, or even a pug's own eyelashes or nasal fold hairs poking into the protruding pug's eye can cause corneal ulcers, leading to serious damage beyond repair..
The key to saving a delicate pug's eye in all of these situations is always time. Time is of the essence when it comes to pug eye injuries.
If you know or suspect your pug's eye may be injured or see any sign of cloudiness or redness or anything looking askew - please do not delay. Take your pug to the vet immediately.
If you fear that you cannot afford medical treatment, you can talk to your vet about making payment arrangements. Many vets will work with you to come up with a payment schedule.
If this is not an option, please contact your local pug rescue organization for assistance. There is one in every state. If your state is not listed here, you can go to Google and type in "pug rescue [NAME OF STATE]" to locate the one nearest you.
Eye injuries and or eye illness caught early enough can be successfully treated and repaired.
Of course, it doesn't matter to me how Moxie looks now, only that she is happy and healthy, which she is. I love her just the same and all the more for what she has had to endure and how she has taken it all in stride.
It is a lesson in adaptation, ego, and vanity that we humans could all learn from.
As far as I'm concerned she is perfect and beautiful just the way she is now.
At the same time though - I would be lying if I said I didn't look at this picture from time to time and feel a bit sad for what could have been, because it was't fair to her!!
Please take good care of your pug's eyes....keep them healthy and free from injury.
This is how I will always remember Steve Jobs. Always a man of excellent class and taste.
RIP fellow pug lover..I hope you're walking lots of pugs in heaven.
If only I was more creative, this is what I'd make Moxie's Halloween costume this year.
Thank you Steve Jobs for everything you did for this world, we will miss you!
My favorite place on pugs is that little black cheek mole on the sides of their face. It's where I used to love kissing Pugsley and inhaling deeply the comingling of pug wrinkle and pug ear smells. I believe it's the point of maximum imbibing for pug odors, the nexus, if you will.
I used to take his little stray whiskers that protruded from the cheek moles and roll them between my thumb and forefinger, it was a nervous habit I had developed or something I would just do for minutes and hours on end to pass the time.... then I would stop to breathe him in some more and it became a comfort ritual. Like a child with their security blanket.
This sweet picture reminds me of that pug smell. I can almost look at those cheeky little pug moles and smell the smells that I so adore...
I wish the tech gods would invent scratch and sniff computer screens already.
An Important reminder about pugs and the heat
Please never, never let your pug (or any brachycephalic breed) outside in the heat for any length of time! Anything longer than even a brief potty break can cause heat stroke and have fatal consequences.
Pug perishes in heat, owner sends warning
OVERLAND PARK, Kansas - Pet owners often hear the warnings to protect their animals from the heat. But some may not realize just how dangerous it is right now for certain breeds of dogs.
Debbie Leonard is mourning the death of her beloved pug named Petunia.
Petunia was a family pet and it was her sons who picked the breed.
Friday was hot and humid, so Leonard kept Petunia and her two other pugs inside all day.
When the sun was going down, and the backyard was completely shaded, she let them out.
When she called them in an hour later, Petunia didn't come in.
The family searched with flashlights and found her dead of heat stroke.
Their vet told Leonard that because pugs have such small noses, they have trouble breathing in the heat, and especially in the humidity.
Lisa Farrell of Midwest Pug Rescue says pugs have such small nostril slits that it's harder for them to bring in air.
Their entire respiratory system is condensed, since they were bred to be inside lap dogs.
Bulldogs have similar problems in this weather.
Leonard wants to warn other pet owners that even when you think you're doing all the right things... some dogs just aren't built to handle more than a few minutes of this extreme heat.
I took Anjo (as my nephew likes to call him) to one of my favorite swimming holes the other day.
I think his beagle hound instinct wanted to romp and splash in the water...but the pug in him.... the more dominant gene....kept saying, "screw this, I'm heading back to shore"
I am bound to turn into a Werepug.
Or maybe Pug woman....
For those of you who don't know - Pug woman is the protector and defender of helpless pugs on Earth. She creeps out at night in dark alleys, back roads, and city rooftops...seeking justice for the poor pugs that have been wronged in this world.
Among Pug Woman's supernatural powers: she can fly, wield a sword like a Japanese warrior, hypnotize unsuspecting cads by gazing deeply into their eyes, catch villains with her double curled tail using it as a whip and snare....and apparently Pug Woman rocks a mean corset too.
Lots of you have written asking if I am going to get the little black pug puppy from my "could I, should I?" post.
The answer is probably not.
It was more of a wistful yearning post I think, like a pipe dream, it was me
thinking writing outloud because those black puppies are just so adorable. But in reality the puppy belongs to a breeder and I made a vow a while back that I would never "buy" a dog from a pet store or breeder.
I am sure this breeder is lovely and ethical... she is a friend of a friend and came highly recommended....but it's just a personal choice for me (and hopefully for many of you) to adopt, not shop.
There are so many special dogs in rescues and shelters all around the world - the lucky ones who make it there. And adopting one gives them a second chance that they so desperately need.
I am also pretty busy these days and will be traveling a lot this summer so it's not really a good time to bring on a new addition.
When the time is right I will adopt another rescue. :)
Don't be sad for me though. Right now I am happy and content playing stepmom to a crazy little puggle boy with a TON of energy and personality! He provides me with enough of a doggy fix for the time being. And then some... he is like the energizer bunny rabbit he just keeps going, and going, and going.
Plus - He lubs me. xo
A friend of a friend has these adorable little black pug puppies in need of a good home. They are only 5 weeks old right now.....hmmmmm.
I think I need him in my life!!
So I was on Petfinder the other day (I've become a regular lately) and of course I was searching under the pug category, just to "see".
Well you wouldn't believe how many weird pug mixes there are: Pugs and Labradors, Pugs and German Shepherds...
How do people LET these things happen??
I mean the puggles and the chugs and the bugs were bad enough, but now they are crossing pugs with BIG DOGS.
I doubt if a female pug could even survive giving birth to a big 1/2 German Shepherd puppy, it would probably rip her apart. And physiologically I don't see how else it could possibly work; a tiny little pug would not be able to mount a big shepherd so you know she is the one carrying these monster Frankenstein puppies..So so terrible!
I try so hard to be a good person. Someone who does not wish harm on anyone or anything. Everyday I try to practice lightness, calmness, gentleness ..and just work at getting to that place where I am at total peace with myself and the world around me.
But oh. my.. goodness. how these people test every last nerve ending and fiber of my being, overwhelming me with the urge to inflict real physical bodily harm, and I don't even believe I would feel one ounce of remorse for it.
These are probably the same people who don't practice safe sex, end up with diseases, and have children they don't really want and can't even take care of but they keep bringing more into the world.
...exhale... inhale...exhale....breathe in.....breathe out...............
It has been one month since my sweet Plum has been gone. In some ways it seems like just yesterday and in other ways it feels like forever.
When Plum first came to me in June 2009, she was riddled with health problems. And for the entire time I had her, it seemed we were at the vet's office with some new ailment and I don't exaggerate a bit when I say that I spent the whole year and 7 months trying so hard to fix all of her medical problems.
Of everything she had going on, I was sure it would be something else that did her in: her terrible allergies, her chronic infections, her reproductive issues, her heart condition, her colitis, etc. etc.
Never did I imagine with all those trips to the vet, with all the bloodwork and XRAYS and surgeries, all the office visits and urine checks and stool samples that something as big as kidney failure could sneak by undetected and destroy her within 4 months of her initial diagnosis.
That's the thing about kidney failure in dogs. In most cases (as was the case with Plum) there are virtually no symptoms of the disease until it has progressed to the point where the kidneys have been damaged beyond repair, usually to where they have lost 75% of their functionality.
If anything good can come out of this I would like it to be a warning to other dog owners, of all breeds, of all ages to have your dog checked for kidney disease and maybe save a life or prolong a life. Because it wasn't something I was aware of or I would have been more proactive.
All dog owners should know that routine blood work and checkups at the vet won't detect kidney disease. Even when more advanced blood work and testing is done -like the kind they do before a dog undergoes surgery to check their organs, won't necessarily pick up on it. Neither will the senior wellness checks that they bag you $200 a year for.
To verify if your dog might have a problem, request a full kidney panel from your vet including Creatinine, BUN, Calcium and phosphorus ratios - not just a normal CBC blood workup.
In addition to the bloodwork you should have your dog's urine checked for - not just checked for infections or bacteria, make sure they check the protein and urine specific gravities and make sure they look at all the values of blood and urine together. Normally they won't do this unless the dog is showing signs of advanced kidney disease, when it's too late.
It would also be a good idea to get your dog's blood pressure checked - elevated BP can be a warning sign of kidney trouble brewing.
I know that for me personally, for any dogs I own in the future I will have the test done regularly so I can be more proactive next time. The disease is controllable by diet and medication if it is caught earlier enough. And I think I would have the tests run on my dogs at any age, not just seniors.
A friend of mine recently lost her 2 year old Australian shepherd to kidney failure which it got as result of contracting Lyme Disease.
Certain medications like prednisone can also cause permanent kidney damage to dogs as well, even if they are only the medication for a week or two.
In Plum's case, by the time it was detected she had lost over 80% of her kidney function, was unresponsive to medications, diet changes, and fluid therapy - and she was gone exactly 4 months from the day she was diagnosed. I hear similar timeframes from many other people who had lost dogs to CRF.
It hurts to know I could have had even an extra month or two with her had it been detected earlier, that additional time would have meant the world to me. I am sure others who have lost dogs to this disease feel the same way.
For more information on dogs with kidney disease here is an excellent resource site: http://www.dogaware.com/health/kidney.html
Best Superbowl commercial ever.
This story reminded me of Plummy's past, and how she came to be with me. How she most likely would have ended up had I not pulled her from that kill shelter in the summer of '09.
Reading this just makes me want to go right out and rescue another pug who has been abandoned by his family. And another one, and another one, and another. As many pugs as I can fit in my house. I may become a pug hoarder one of these days and you'll end up seeing my sad story on Animal Planet.
Have tissues handy..
How Could You?
By Jim Willis
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
Adopt - Don't Shop
The following story is not pleasant but I have been hearing more and more of these types of horror stories just in the last few weeks, so I feel the need to bring more awareness to the issue, hopefully preventing another tragedy if even one person reads this and it happens to save a life.
I have a friend in the pug rescue community whose friend of hers called last week, she was sobbing and totally bereft.
What happened to her could happen to any one of us.
Her 5 pugs and her elderly foster were outside doing their business. She was inside on the phone with one eye out in the yard on the dogs. After about 10 minutes they started yapping to come in but only 4 came in.
The other two: One of her babies and her foster pug were laying limp in the yard.
There is no need to go into the horror that she experienced. Both dogs had heat stroke. The foster dog and after a struggle in intensive care, her other pug didn't make it either.
Of course she is devastated beyond anything that any of us can comprehend...our heart is breaking for her.
All any of us can do to prevent something like this happening again is to talk about it. Get the word out.
Pugs are a brachycephalic breed. Their short noses make for very compromised respiratory systems.
Pug owners need to understand that anymore than 1 or 2 minutes in temperatures over 80 degrees can be life threatening to any pug, young or old.
This is very serious.
Out of respect for the recent loss and still grieving, I have refrained from mentioning names, dogs or humans. Just know that the story is very real.
A reminder to please read the Pug Summer Tips, on how to keep your pugs (and all short nosed breeds) healthy during the hot summer months: Pass it along.
Stop people on the street you see walking a Brachy breed in the heat or God forbid locked in the car while their owners run even just a quick errand.
Maybe together we can help save a life.
Above all please be responsible and keep your dogs cool this summer.
Drape a cool wet cloth over them if they start to overheat. You could also dip them in a cool bathtub or kiddy pool.
Leave your AC during the day when the house gets the hottest if you are able. If not, leave a fan blowing where they lay. Always leave fresh cold water supply nearby. Sometimes a cool tiled floor is the best place for them to be.
Take them on walks only early in the morning and later in the evening when it is the coolest.
NEVER NEVER NEVER leave them locked in a hot car, not even for a minute.
More information on BRACHYCEPHALIC DOGS (Pug, Boston Terrier, Pekingese, Boxer, Bulldog, Shih tzu or any one of the other breeds with "pushed in" faces) Because of all these upper respiratory obstructions, the brachycephalic dog is an inefficient panter. A dog with a more conventional face and throat is able to pass air quickly over the tongue through panting. Saliva evaporates from the tongue as air is passed across and the blood circulating through the tongue is efficiently cooled and circulated back to the rest of the body.
In the brachycephalic dog, so much extra work is required to move the same amount of air that the airways become inflamed and swollen. This leads to a more severe obstruction, distress, and further over-heating.
One of my favorite features of the new house is the standalone dog tub, making it hella easy to give pug baths. Plummy on the other hand is not too keen on it just yet :)
With summer almost upon us we ask that everyone please make sure your Pug does not become exposed to extreme temperatures for any duration of time. Due to the pug's short noses and challenged respiratory system, anything over 80 degrees can begin to add stress to a seemingly healthy Pug's sensitive breathing and can create a life-threatening situation.
You can follow these simple rules to keep your pug cool and healthy during the warmer months.
SUMMER PUG TIPS:
1. Always have cold water available for your pug.
2. If you pug overheats (even in the house if you do not have AC, you can use a cold wet/water soaked towel or blanket to drape over them and have them sit/lie down in front of a fan.
3. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER leave your pug alone in the car during warm months (not even for a 5 minute, quick run into the convenience store).
4. When walking your pug, try do so early in the a.m., OR later at night when the sun has gone down.
5. When outside, if possible try to keep your pug in the shade.
6. If at a meet up or other event and no shade is present, continually monitor your pug and make sure they take breaks from playing.
7. As cute as outfits are, dressing your pug in hot weather can contribute to them overheating.
Signs and symptoms of heat stroke:
Signs of heat exhaustion include heavy panting, hyperventilation (deep breathing), increased salivation early then dry gums as the heat prostration progresses, weakness, confusion or inattention, vomiting or diarrhea and sometimes bleeding. As the condition progresses towards heat prostration or heat stroke there may be obvious paleness or graying to the gums, shallowing of the breathing efforts and eventually slowed or absent breathing efforts, vomiting and diarrhea that may be bloody and finally seizures or coma. Temperatures above 105 degrees Fahrenheit are dangerous!!
What to do in case you suspect heat stroke:
If you dog shows signs of serious distress from the heat it is best to cool him/her immediately with cool or tepid water rather than really cold water. If ice packs are available they can be applied to areas where circulation is very good, such as the "armpits", inquinal region, or neck. Blowing air over her with a fan as you cool him/her off with water can be helpful. As soon as he/she seems to be gaining some comfort proceed to your vet's. Dogs who suffer from heat stroke can develop delayed complications that are really serious, including death, if they are not properly monitored and cared for.
Let's all have a safe healthy summer!
A friend of mine is contemplating a new tattoo. I suggested he get a pug tattoo to honor his girl pug, Eloise.
Because IF I were to ever do it, there is only one name and image I could imagine permanently tattooing on my body. And now that concept has me pondering the possibilities......hmmmm
I knew Plummy was a faithful loyal companion but it wasn't until the other day I realized just how good of a dog she really is.
Poor Plum has been having a bad allergy flare and is so uncomfortable that she licks chews and gnaws on her feet until they bleed and she has been using her sharp claws to scratch her head so much that she has little sores near her eye that are all red and inflamed.
I feel so bad because I know she has that "crawling out of her own skin" feeling and there is not much I can do to relieve her in these times of flaring. It's a long process to change up meds and her diet to identify and remove the possible allergy triggers. And in the meantime I have to watch her dig into herself until she bleeds. It's torturous for us both.
But then something happened that really touched me. The other night she was sitting next to me on the couch really going at her paws, totally obsessed and unstoppable licking, biting, and gnawing at them.
After not being able to take it anymore I lifted up my finger and pointed it in her face, indicating a "Stop!" hand signal.. Miraculously she just stopped and then very gingerly crawled closer to me, let out a little sigh, and rested her head on my arm.
She didn't want to. I could tell how incredibly hard it was for her. But she did. In that moment I realized just what a very good girl she is.
I recognized that it must have taken all of her willpower to resist and despite the intense physical action that every part of her body from the inside / out was compelling her to take....her urge to obey me was greater.
People talk about having super-human "mind over matter" like abilities. But Plummy demonstrated heart over matter.
She didn't itch at all for the rest of the night.
Plummy seems to be enjoying it when her pain pills kick in. She is on something that I think is the human equivalent to Vicodin or Oxycontin....whatever it is she is resting comfortably and recuperating nicely after her surgery. I love the peaceful look on her face here....she looks totally stoned.
Happy Easter and Passover to all!
My Plumy came through her surgery w/ no problems at all! Phew!
I dropped her off at 8:00AM and got the call that she was awake by 10:45.
The Dr. said it was definitely pyometra. It was luckily not the big swollen infected kind because we caught it early while her cervix was still open and draining but she did have pockets of pus in the uterus and surrounding areas beginning to accumulate and would have done major damage if left untreated.
I am feeling totally confident now that we did the right thing.
She has to stay in the hospital overnight to be monitored and kept calm, but all looks well!!
Now they will have to listen to her most sad and pathetic howls while she is there, missing me. Hahahaha. She does not like to be separated from her Mama!
Ahhh......big exhale and sigh. Now we can move on to a most joyous Easter weekend.
Thanks for all the emails and prayers!
~ Doing the Happy Pug dance ~
We finally figured out what is wrong with Plum...I knew it could not have been a normal heat with all the bleeding and marking.
Plumy has been diagnosed with pyometra, an infection of the uterus and she needs to undergo an emergency spay surgery.
I am very worried about having her undergo a big surgery at her age, knowing she has a heart condition, allergies and all of her other issues.... but if she doesn't have it her uterus can rupture and she will die :(
We have no other options.
Her surgery is scheduled for Wednesday, I'll be a nervous wreck until I get the call that she came through.
Please say a little prayer for my girl!
If Oscar Wilde was correct in his Platonic Dialoge that the self-conscious aim of Life is to find expression, and that passion and Art offers certain beautiful forms through which it may realize that energy - then I believe that all of the stars in the universe were aligned perfectly for me to find and get this particular house.
I had seen about 20 other houses: Contemporaries, Colonials, houses on the lake, houses on Cul-de-sacs, houses on the street, houses in neighborhoods and developments, houses with big bright open spacious floor plans, gleaming cherry hard wood floors, huge center islands with granite counter tops in the kitchens. You name it, I saw it.
And even though I went into it thinking those were all of the things I wanted...somehow none of them really fit or felt quite right. Nothing really spoke to me until I walked into this one - a 4 bedroom, 2 bath country Ranch on 3 acres of horse property.
My new kitchen doesn't have granite counters or a big center island. But it does have a huge bay window overlooking my pug farm. It does have the perfect spot in the corner for a cozy little breakfast nook... and I can totally see myself cooking Plum's home made dog food and big Sunday dinners there.
In fact the minute I walked into this house it felt like home. I felt an immediate connection to it. To the way the house felt, looked, and even smelled. I could envision myself inhabiting there. Feeling inspired everyday by nature, beauty, and clean, simple living. I could see myself sitting out on my private balcony with a laptop and coffee, writing.
This house has a good soul.
It certainly wasn't the newest, most modern or fancy house - but it was the one that was the most inviting to me and suitable for my current lifestyle. The people that lived there before me were big horse and dog people - my two favorite animals! And so the gorgeous property is perfectly set up to accommodate both.
As I walked through the house for the first time - each room and special little feature delighted me more than the one before, and I started getting excited.
Little things I fell in love with like hardwood floors throughout with tiles in the bathroom, kitchen and dining room. A double sided fireplace, private master suite on one end of the house and all the other bedrooms on the other side. And because it was fashioned after a farmhouse - I even have 2 dutch doors inside, where the tops open to block off animals from certain rooms of the house. Perfect for fostering and separating unruly or feisty pugs! And I even have zoned heating and cooling so I can control which areas of the house I want to set the temperature.
The last room I looked at was this one.
It's a laundry / mud room just off of the oversized master suite which has really been converted into a dog room complete with an exam table (perfect for fixing up all of Plum's ailments), and laundry tub (perfect for her twice weekly baths) and....wait for it.....
....A doggie door that goes directly out into a huge fenced in dog run! This really was the clincher for me. There was no turning back or even entertaining the idea of other houses beyond this point.
And I just know the Sausage had something to do with this.
I can't believe I now have to wait 30 more days to move into my new house. But looking at the bigger picture it's something I've been waiting for and working hard for the past 15 years.... so I don't think one more month is going to kill me....Is it???
Thank God my sweet little innocent girl is slowly returning back to her normal angelic self.
Ok maybe angelic is an overstatement but after living through the past 3 weeks of doggy hormonal hell I certainly do appreciate her non heat behavior more.
Now I have a long reprieve for another 8-12 months before I have to go through it all over again.
I told Purdy if she doesn't learn how to wear the doggy diaper before her next cycle, I will send her out to live in the horse barn for 21 days!!
Of course I wouldn't really......but SHE doesn't have to know that.
Suddenly, he is.
Gerard's little companion Lolita is one lucky pug. She seems to have him wrapped right around her little curly tail. She's no dummy. I bet she even sleeps with her head resting on his chest. Sigh.....
Not only does the bleeding continue...
And the incessant howls...
And erratic behavior...
But she has now entered a new phase - Marking!
Never before did she mark in the house. Never before have I even heard of a female dog marking in the house... and now she keeps going around to all the rugs in the house (not the bare floors mind you..... only the rugs) squatting, and trying to pee even though her bladder is mostly empty, squeezing out just enough of her "scent" to attract male dogs.
I assume this is a mating ritual dating back to the ancient days of the wolf clan.
You would think a 21st century pampered pug would have outgrown this type of ancestral behavior over the thousands of years of breeding down - but apparently, not so much.
Between the never-ending blood stains and marking in the house this weekend I decided I had no choice but to try getting her into one of those $12.99 doggy diapers again even though she almost took my hand off the last time I attempted it.
See, Plum has some sort of irrational fear of humans touching her tail and unfortunately the only way to get these doggy diapers, or pup pants, or bitches britches or whatever-you-call-them on is to pull the dog's tail through the hole in the garment.
Apparantly the makers of these textiles have never encountered a dog like Purdy before, with tail phobia.
I lit some candles and waited for a calm energy time as some friends had suggested...just me and her, The plan was to gently persuade her to trust me enough to touch her tail.
As soon as she saw the diaper in my hand - Her little body tensed up and all of the fur on the back of her spine stood up like porcupine quills and she started savagely growling and snapping at me.
But I persisted. And I did something I have never had to do before in my 15 + years of pug dog rearing and experience... not even when I cleaned her ears...I went into my pug supply station and took out the emergency pug muzzle.
It's a special muzzle designed specifically for pugs that covers their eyes and mouth and just has an opening for their nose to poke through so they can still breathe comfortably.
I don't think I have to tell you that the calm energy plan had gone awry.
My sweet little Purdy now looked like a scary canine version of Hannibal Lecter and I was sure that given the single opportunity, she would eat me.
Her body relaxed a little with the muzzle because she became disoriented. I was able to pull her onto my lap long enough to get the diaper under her. She was kicking and trashing wildly but with her mouth and eyes covered I had just enough edge I needed to strap it on tightly, securely......and eventually coax her tail out of the peep hole.
I got the diaper on properly, took her muzzle off, and told her what a good girl she was!!
But it was too soon to celebrate my coup..
Almost immediately, she started dragging her bottom on the floor and hunched over into the dreaded poop position.
I had become so fixated on trying to diaper this 17lb pug, what I hadn't considered in all of this was the simple question of what I would do once she messed the diaper and I would have to put another one on.
She continued to hunch and strain, and there it was...she pooped in the spanking clean diaper it had just taken me 40 minutes to get her in.
Mind you she hasn't pooped in 3 days ever since I switched her to a high lean protein diet so I never saw this coming.
And then the guilt came...holy shit, I literally just scared the crap of my dog.
Tears started welling and I felt so bad.....
I immediately removed the diaper and she not only continued pooping.....she had a piece dangling that she couldn't push out so before I could get to her ...from the other side of the room I saw her scooting across my floor, dragging the hanging poop down onto my carpet in one long giant skid mark.
Now if there's one thing any of my friends will tell you about me it's that I excel at being persistent. I don't care if a goal takes me a decade to accomplish, once I set my mind to something I will not rest until it happens, one way or the other.
This is how I felt about getting a diaper on Purdy....or as I now like to call her, Hannibal.
So I pressed on knowing that no other living breathing creature had ever tried and tested my patience as much or as often. But as the alpha master I could not let her get away with it. I had to show her who was in control.
After a brief rest and trying to reassure her that all was well and I wasn't angry....after getting down on my hands and knees Sunday afternoon and scrubbing the pee and now poop stained skid marks off my carpet with resolve carpet cleaner while all of my friends were out lunching and partying, I took the muzzle out again and repeated the entire process over from scratch.
She was much more calm this time and accommodating. It only took 10 minutes the second time around to get another diaper on her. Once I had it secured I removed the muzzle once more and offered high praise so she would know for next time and next time and eventually allow me to do it without the muzzle or irrational tail phobias.
After I cleaned up the floor and threw away the crappy, bloody diapers - I was ready to begin the 4 hour process of making her home made dog food in the crock pot.
For new readers who have not been following along, my very high maintenance little rescue girl is allergic to commercial dog food. The additives and preservatives kill her. When fed anything in a can or bag she literally tries biting her toes off and gets horrific ear and skin infections. So I have to cook all of her meals!
I was midway through loading up the crock pot with her human food when I started hearing her barking at me, almost like she was barking orders.
I turned around and there was the little goblin smirking at me - her white snaggletooth protruding over the top right side of her black lip, in a mocking glare.
And after all she had just put me through she now had the nerve to bark in my face and beg for food.
On the floor about 3 feet directly behind her lay the diaper that she somehow, after all of my struggles and despite all of my persistence .....had wriggled herself out of in the very brief amount of time it took me to get from my living room to the kitchen.
And just like that, I conceded and she won. I simply had nothing left to give, she completely wore me down.
I can in all honestly and without exaggeration say, as God is my witness and I pray for patience, that this has been the longest 2.5 weeks of my life.
Dear God, please let her heat be over soon.
For the past 2 days Purdy has been sitting at the back door howling the most sorrowful howls imaginable.
Howling at what?? There is nothing there.
I presume she is trying to alert some of the male dogs in the neighborhood that she is ready, willing, and able to go. It seems to be working too because there are strange new paw prints in the snow of my back yard.
Pretty sad when the dog is getting more action than her human.
Hmmm, I wonder if this could work for me. If I sit at my back door howling loudly enough and pitifully enough.....do you think some big strapping stud will magically appear?
Sometimes I do envy the life of a canine.
translation = the heat won't stop
Ok not to be gross or all TMI...but exactly how long is the bleeding phase of a female dog's heat supposed to last? We are going on day 8 with no sign of it slowing down here. She bleeds more than I do for pity sake and she only weighs 17 lbs..
I'm getting tired of giving baths, washing blankets and cleaning up spots on the floor. And I have white couches!!
I attempted to hold her down with the assistance of a 200lb man trying to strap on a $12.99 per package doggy diaper and she nearly took our hands off with the all of 5 teeth she has left in her mouth..... and the friggin' thing slid right off her ass anyway..
Not to mention the doggy mood swings.
Not to mention we are both pms'ing at the same time.
I just read online that some dogs can bleed the entire 21 days of the heat cycle...I have a feeling Purdy may be one of those.
I was sick with food poisoning the other night laid out on the bathroom floor in the fetal position and instead of barking for help or something to that affect she plopped her rear end down next to my head and starting licking herself.
Someone, please tell me it will be over soon.
I am watching a documentary about Valentino on-demand called Valentino: The Last Emperor and must confess for as much as I love fashion and seeing the famed designer's artistic process unfold....what I am really enjoying watching is his 6 pugs; Milton, Monty, Maude, Margot, Maggie and Molly that are totally stealing the scenes.
Two of my favorite things fashion and pugs!
My favorite line from the film is when Valentino is in the final stages of completing his 45th year anniversary collection and under a ton pf pressure with a herd of pugs underfoot he exclaims, "I don't care about the collection. My dogs are much more important!".
I love it.
Of course Valentino would only own pugs, he is a man of exquisite taste, after all.
♥ Lubbins ♥
I think if Pugsley knew Plum, he would have wanted her to be his girlfriend.
Which of these two dogs is better looking?
Is there really any question here?
Note to Westminster Kennel Club - the freakishly coiffed poodles are NOT in any way shape or form better than the awesomely handsome and adorable pugs.
I am so frustrated that the pug never wins the toy group at Westminster, but the froufrou poodles always do.
Clearly the judges are impervious to a sense of humor and lack good taste.
Since Rufus the little puggie is out, I will root for the French Bulldog to take Best In Show tonight. Frenchies are kind of like pugs, with pointy ears.
I am happy to report our first annual Pugs & Kisses fundraiser was a HUGE success! We were able to raise some much needed funds for our Stabilizing Sammie campaign!
We want to thank everyone who came out to support us with a special thanks to Curly Tail Pug "Jewel" who patiently and lovingly sat in the pug kissing booth for 4 hours dishing out kiss after kiss. She definitely worked hard for the money!!
And special thanks to guest pug of honor "Sunshine" who also stole the show and captured the hearts of every human in the store, and a few dogs, ponies, and turtles too!
Thanks to her daddy Ken and big sister Emily the Biker Pug for coming out to share the love.
It was a special day in honor of Barry, one of our own who passed unexpectedly this weekend.
Here are some of my favorite pics from the day:
Here is a slideshow of all the pics, enjoy!
Plum had some heart tests because of her murmur, irregular heartbeat and she collapsed once and got disoriented another time.
They confirmed she has an enlarged heart and a stage 1 heart condition. The good news is since it's early stage we can treat her with a basic heart med and it should control the situation. The idea is to make her heart not have to work so hard to do its job (as it's doing now) so it doesn't get worn out and ultimately go into failure.
What's interesting is looking at her chest XRAY we discovered that Plumy has some hardware in her right elbow, screws and bolts!
But seriously, It means she had to suffer a fracture to her leg or elbow at some point in her past life before I rescued her. I don't even want to imagine how that could have happened :(
I always wondered why she has a little dark bald patch on her right elbow and why sometimes she whimpers when I pick her up from under the shoulders. Must be that screw was digging into her..
Now on top of all Plum's many other ailments, she is also a heart patient..... with screws.
Plumy doesn't like my birthday balloon. It's a walking mylar pug balloon with weighted feet ..she keeps barking at it and sniffing it's butt. Hahahaha
It's very curious.
Plum had shown no interest in toys until about a month ago.
I wondered if she had maybe never been given toys in her former life and just didn't know what they were for. Or maybe she didn't feel safe and secure enough to let her guard down, kick back and enjoy some toys. Like maybe she was afraid she would get into trouble if she did.
What's kind of sad about Plum is you can tell she was a dog who was never loved enough in her past. I know this because she is never fully content or at ease unless a part of her body is touching mine. My guess is she was crated all the time and deprived of human contact.
You can imagine then how excited I was the day she finally meandered over to Pugsley's old toy box (I kept a couple of his special toys out for future fosters and rescues to play with) a couple weeks back, taking careful sniffing consideration to decide on the one she wanted and quite unexpectedly proceeded to pull out one of his ratty old bug toys with crooked antennae that still smells like the Sausage. The fur on it is matted from his years of licking and sucking obsessively on the toy. He had a bit of doggy OCD.
Now out of nowhere Plum has become obsessed with this toy. Its her favorite thing, even foregoing opportunities to sit next to me and pin me down in favor of playing independently with this toy. It was kind of a break through.
Excited at the prospect of her now taking comfort and joy in something other than me after 6 long months - I went out and got her a couple new toys for Christmas thinking she could now have some of her very own. I got her a pretty pink squeaky heart that says "Princess" and a plum colored pull toy and a purple frisbee.
The curious thing is she has zero interest in the new toys. She won't even look at them or entertain the idea of squeaking one.
She is only interested in Pugsley's ratty old toy. She sleeps with it at night and has to have it next to her during the day in her cuddle bed, when we are chill'axing on the couch, basically at all times.
Very curious indeed.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas and is getting ready for a happy new year!
By far the biggest hit this year for gifts (aside from my nephew's shiny new Hummer) was this painting I had done of my mom's beagle.
Our resident pug rescue painter, MB does incredible work and truly captures her subjects to a tee. I so wish I could paint like this...my mom just LOVED her painting and is thrilled to have this forever keepsake of her dog. If you're interested in having one too, check out MB's gallery here. And remember 100% of the painting proceeds go to pug rescue!
7: 00AM rise and shine
walk Plum in 12 degrees. Despite layering her in dog shirt, sweater and coat she still just stands there and shivers doesn't want to move or pee
45 minute drive to work
work 4 hours
go to Animal Kingdom at lunch, spend hour there scoping out holistic section. thrilled to see they actually have raw. pick up some frozen rabbit, bison, and venison for plum and some hudenflocken too@
let the food trials begin
work 4 hours
45 minute drive home
stop at grocery to buy chicken for Plum
Arrive home - greeted at door by a howling Plum
walk Plum in 18 degrees, still just stands there and shivers
start the 3 hour process of making Plum's home made dog food
multi task while rice is bloating and chicken is cooling
squeeze in a couple hours of pug rescue work.
give Plum bath while she makes scary low growls at me
special shampoo needs to soak in her skin her for 10 minutes.
have to hold her down in the tub to keep her from escaping
she wet shakes her entire body several times soaking me
done with bath, proceed to towel dry
Plum fights me every step of the way attacking the towel, and me
Done with bath Plum kerplunks herself down at my feet waiting to be brushed
Return phone calls while brushing Plum
Administer ear drops to Plum
Back to kitchen to grind Plum's chicken in food processor
hear Plum howling at me because am not paying attention to her
realize am getting old because my back is starting to hurt
must.finish.making dog food tonight because we're going out of town for the weekend
plan to stock Ritz Carlton mini bar with bags of Plum's home made dog food
hope Plum doesn't howl in the room and get us kicked out...
have more packing and planning to do for the dog than for myself
return to computer to eek out a blog entry and finish Curly Tail work
Plum has to sit on my lap while at the computer
glance at calendar, realize must.find.time to finish Christmas shopping in next couple days
stop to return more calls before it gets too late
goldfish crackers and apple juice for dinner
back to computer to return several emails
eyes start to burn
dry / fold laundry
brush Plum one more time now that she's dry
11:00 pm, finally sit down and relax for first time
soon as my head hits the pillow Plum brings over a toy and wants to play
use last bit of energy to squeak toy and play pug of war with Plum
Lucky for Plum I have a lot of pug patience
Did you know that for the movie E.T. Steven Spielberg modeled E.T.'s face after 3 characters:
- Poet Carl Sandburg
- Genious Albert Einstein
- Pug dog
There was a time not too long ago when coming home to the vacant sound of a pugless house and the absent wag of a curly tail was enough to make me cry.
Cut to - this is how I'm greeted now when I come home :)
Sorry I am all about the before and after pug stories this week. You must deal because this much cuteness and rightness with the world simply must be shared.
You all remember Butter? Well here is the cheeky little fellow last month at our Halloween Meetup - doing his best Michael Phelps interpretation. Of course he won a prize.
I am such a sucker for a happy ending, esp one that involves an adorable pug.
And my rescue pug Plum has a lot of them....
She might be part Shar Pei.
If you think I'm a pug nut just look at how some of my fellow pug lovers dressed their pugs up for the 5th Annual NYC Pug Meetup Halloween Costume Contest and extravaganza in Soho..where prizes were awarded and money was raised for the Curly Tail pugs.
The event included a social meet and greet with a runway show of over 60 pugs and their pet parents. I am sure the judges had a very tough time because every costume was a winner as pugs transformed into tacos, eggs and bacon, ballerinas, roosters, bumble bees and celebrities.
Yes. In case you were wondering...there really are others out there just as crazy for these curly tailed little goblins as me.
Pug people understand the old saying, "Pugs are living proof that God has a sense of humor."
It is good to be among my kind.
The Sausage was very low maintenance...he never needed much except when he got cancer and required some surgeries. Even then he would bounce back a day or two later like it never happened.
But poor little Miss Plum has a compromised immune system. She is currently battling 3 infections: staph, pseudomonas, and upper respiratory infection. For the latter I just had to change up her antibiotics again because she wasn't responding to the others and every couple hours I have to crate her with a big basin of hot water and Vick's vapo rub under a blanket...since dogs can't blow their nose it helps loosen up the congestion.
Here she is undergoing her latest treatment...steam baths...this is one high maintenance pug!
On a happy note we received a very special Plum card in the mail today from one of the Curly Kids! Soooooo cute!
I'm thinking I should have named Plum Pinky Tuscadero because she is always pink. And because she can be one bad ass chick when she wants to be..... feisty, flirtatious, and spirited.....but still kind of sweet and sexy in her own special way.
You guys all know what a pug loving freak I am when it comes to my Easter eggs, or let's face it....when it comes to ANYTHING for that matter.
And my Halloween pumpkins are no different.....so for all you crafty pug lovers out there here is a Pug-kin carving stencil!
It's so easy, even I can do it. Just get a random pumpkin carving kit like at Walmart or somewhere then you simply tape the stencil to your pumpkin, poke tiny holes around the cut-out.... and then carve away!!!
When you're done and it's lit up at night all spooky-like, here' is what it should resemble:
Photo Courtesy of Bam Bam Pug
6:30Am standing in the shower, eyes still squinted tightly closed from the night before, half awake when you reach for the shampoo bottle and proceed to soak up a thick lather working it through from root to tip.... when suddenly it strikes you there is something vaguely familiar but askew about the smell..
That's when you open your eyes, look down at the bottle and make the connection - Malaseb medicated dog shampoo used to treat bacterial and fungal infections in dogs, cats, and horses.
It was bound to happen......Plum has more shampoo bottles in the shower than me.
I don't expect to be doing any itching or scratching on my head or contracting ringworm anytime soon.
On a side note, I don't remember my hair ever being this soft and manageable.
Watching City Slickers and snuggling with a snoring puglet.....perfect way to wind down after a great week!
Here are some of my favorite quotes from the film...
[while Mitch Robbins is delivering the calf (Norman)]
Mitch Robbins: You know, this was not in the brochure...
Mitch Robbins: Look what I did....I made a cow!
Curly: He looks like you.
[when Curly tells Mitch they will be sleeping under the stars together]
Mitch: "Oh God, it's Deliverance."
Mitch: Women need a reason for having sex, men just need a place.
[Phil, the supermarket manager, has gotten a co-worker pregnant]
Ed Furillo: What did you use for protection, paper or plastic?
Curly: I crap bigger than you!
Mitch Robbins: Hi Curly. Killed anyone today?
Curly: The day ain't over yet...
Phil Berquist: You know you were right, Mitch. My life is a "do-over". It's time to get started.
Cookie: The food's brown, hot, and plenty of it.
Clay Stone: Great gobs of goose shit!
Clay Stone: I feel as happy as a puppy dog with two peters.
Clay Stone: When you three first got here, you were as worthless as hen shit on a pump handle.
Mitch Robbins: Those cows trusted us.
Curly: Yer spookin' the cattle
[Cookie is asked to say something at Curly's burial]
Cookie: Lord, we give you Curly. Try not to piss him off.
Phil Berquist: Let's have some peace and quiet around here for ___ sake! I'm tired! Im stressed out! I lost my wife, I lost my job, and I'm developing some kind of rash from making in the bushes!
Curly: Do you know what the secret of life is?
[holds up one finger]
Mitch: Your finger?
Curly: One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that and the rest don't mean shit.
Mitch: But, what is the "one thing?"
Curly: [smiles] That's what *you* have to find out.
Nephew Joshua is officially a Curly Kid now!! He is proudly helping Auntie teach the rescues how to leash walk.
Josh is extremely gentle and patient with dogs, a total natural....and at just 19 months old, our youngest Curly Kid thus far. Be still my heart! Be still my heart!
Here are some pictures of Plum's rehabilitation from when I rescued her 3 months ago to where she is now. We've had some setbacks and will probably have more....but we are also making overall steady progress.
My end goal is to get her to the point where she is completely itch free and all the hair grows back on her feet and neck so the little old gal can enjoy her golden years without a hint of discomfort. I know it can be done, anything is possible with enough love and diligence.
We still have a long way to go but I love a challenge, and I do love me some Pum Pum.
It's funny how different love can be. The way I loved Pugsley was soooo different from how I love Plum. Pugsley was a one of a kind, so human-like, my one and only Sausage, the forever Pug of my heart.
No other will ever compare. No bond will ever be as strong and I will never love another living creature the way I loved him. It will never be the same, and that's ok. It's not meant to be is it?
I finally get it....each love you are blessed with in this life is meant to be unique and different and cherished for exactly what it is, nothing more and nothing less. They are not meant to replace the one that came before, but to leave their own special footprints on your heart.
I guess it's the same with humans. Some loves you have are more brotherly/sisterly or like a best friend and others burn with a fire in your belly that can never be distinguished.
The important thing is to keep on loving.
Plum Plum became Sugar Plum and then she became Da Pum Pum and that morphed into Purty. Cause when people make fun of her gill man feet I need to reassure her that she looks very Purty....
When I started assigning nicknames I knew it was in trouble. But she's been lobbying hard to wear me down and I'm too weak to fight.
Purty likes to cuddle on the couch and ride in the car.
Purty barks at spiders and tries to protect.
Purty growls at me when I give her a bath.
Purty attacks her bath towel and has a silly grin on the right side of her muzzle with a snaggletooth smirk.
Purty like's to play with Pugsley's froggy.
Purty sleeps with the tip of her tongue poking out and she gets my ass up out of bed in the morning with puggy whimpers that rival any alarm clock.
Purty's coat is smooth as silk.
Purty sounds like a kitten purring when she snores.
Purty wags her tail like she just can't help it.
Purty keeps surprising me with something new everyday.
Purty learned to trust again even though it was hard...
For this I don't have it in me to let her go.
We might only have 1 year together or we might have 5..
Purty is mine.
It's official.....I am a foster failure! I have adopted Plum :)
We are trying to get the word out about our latest rescue pug, Bryant.
Poor Bryant was dumped in a park in NYC by his owners because they couldn't deal with his medical issues.
Bryant is covered in tumors large and small. The largest one is the size of a baseball.
It goes without saying that I have a soft spot in my heart for the mast cell pugs, as my brave little Sausage battled it for years.
I cannot even fathom how Bryant's people could abandon him at all, let alone in this condition.
Please help us spread the word about Bryant and crosspost to www.curlytailpugrescue.org
For those of you who have been following Sophia's story, you understand the important milestone she reached by turning one year old!
And as you can see from the video clip, she is feeling spunky as ever!
Happy Birthday Sophia!! The feistiest pug I know...
We need to stop the bleeding!!
Late last week Plum was really tearing into her neck to the point of blood and pus oozing from her neck folds! Could it be the heat? The humidity? Nobody knows...it's all trial and error, wait and see....I got her back from another vet trip and we have a whole new treatment plan of attack. I am now giving her weekly baths in Oxydex (Benzoyl Peroxide), feeding her a strict allergy free duck and potato diet and steroid shots to give her some relief.
I don't think she is going to be able to scratch her neck or bite her feet in this contraption.
Check Curly Tail Website for the latest Plum Medical Update!!
If I were a super hero, which let's face it in my own mind, I am.....this would be my superhero alter ego: Pug Woman!
Pug woman is the protector and defender of helpless pugs on Earth. She creeps out at night in dark alleys seeking justice for the poor pugs that have been wronged in this world. Among Pug Woman's supernatural powers: she can fly, wield a sword like a Japanese warrior, hypnotize unsuspecting cads by gazing into their eyes, catch villains with her double curled tail using it as a whip and snare....and apparently Pug Woman can rock a mean corset too.
Visit Marvel's site to create your own Marvel Super Hero!
Just curious - do your pugs, or other breeds for that matter, ever do back kicks or circles when they go to the bathroom?
I laugh out loud ever time I witness this. And I find it so funny how each dog seems to have their own little rituals of marking or whatever it is they are trying to do.
Pugsley for instance, would circle about 10 times before he went # 2. I always thought he had a touch of doggy OCD b/c he had to keep circling and circling until he found just the right spot.
And on occasion after eliminating - if and only if he was feeling particularly spry and stout that day - he would crank out a couple back kicks just to put the exclamation point on top of his load.
I have to say the Sausage, bless his little soul, was not the most graceful of kickers - his little chicken legs in the front made his hind quarters awkward and wobbly. Oftentimes he would lose balance and catch himself from falling over to the side despite his valiant efforts.
Boy do I miss that Sausage.
Then as a capper he would take off running in a mad dash back for the house with an ear-to-ear grin on his face like he'd just accomplished the biggest feat in the world! This may also have had something to do with the fact that I gave him a "poopie treat" each time he went.
Now Miss Plum on the other hand - She is a kicker! She never kicks after #2 though, only #1. Maybe that's a male dog thing?
When the ACC van pulled into my driveway to drop her off, poor little Plum was so scared of the big guy with leather gloves coming at her that she wouldn't come out of the cage and was viciously trying to bite him. Finally I had to climb into the back of the van that was stacked full of homeless dogs in cages and I had to coax her out with nothing more than my bare hands and a soothing voice. I think we bonded right then and there.
She was in sad shape and ACC guy had a doubtful look in his eye like, "How are you ever going to be able to help this dog?" When I finally got her out onto the lawn she immediately squatted and peed and then launched into the fiercest back kicks I have ever seen! That's when I knew she had a whole lot of feisty left in her.....I just looked over at the big gloved ACC guy and said, "She's a kicker!" Then he drove off to make more deliveries.
And boy is she...a kicker.
When it comes to doing her lady business she doesn't circle at all.... and she is slow as the day is long, like I'm thinking of taking my book outside with me to get 10 or so pages in while I'm waiting for her to go!
But when she finally does go her back legs are steady and swift as quicksilver! Each time after she pees, without fail, she lowers her body back down to the ground to really get some dirt under her paws. On a good day she'll catch a patch of grass and make it fly, too. I tell you she kicks and kicks like I've never seen a girl pug kick. You'd be surprised too because she looks so dainty and unassuming. I've noticed her thing is to kick 4 times on each leg, 8 kicks in total.
I tried to find some pictures on the web of silly dogs doing back kicks to illustrate but I don't think any exist. Could that really be possible? With all the sick sh*t on the internet there are no photos of dogs doing back kicks after potty?
I will remedy this asap with my new Nikon D80. It will be one of my first action shots....I'm thinking I will use my 70-300MM lens in morning light.
So, what funny rituals do your dogs do?
Hands down Pug is my favorite smell in the world. That smooshy face odor that emanates from their mopy heads, waxy ears, and soppy wrinkles.
It smells better than sex and babies. Murphy's oil soap, eucalyptus, and chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.
My nose delights in the circus of their smells.
I am an addict; I confess that I'm hooked on "p".
Plum likes to fall asleep nuzzling me w/ her head directly under my nose so I get a good whiff of what I imagine heaven must smell like.
I woke up this morning with a floppy pug ear on my pillow, directly under my nose. Somehow she had wedged herself into that empty space between me and the other side of the bed that's been vacant for years.
And for some reason I got that John Denver song stuck in my head -
"Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy. Sunshine almost always makes me high."
See I talk a tough game, but deep down in the stillness of dawn I'm all, "Take Me Home Country Road" and Thank God I'm a country
All John Denver'isms aside - any discerning pug owner knows of what I speak. They understand a house just isn't a home without pug smells emanating from every room. And I think it means more after going without for a long period of time.
It must be the same feeling for rescues, how they must feel to have a warm human hand touch them kindly after years of neglect and abandonment.
I am realizing it's not just the delicious pug eau'dor that I have missed so much about having a pug around.
It's the way dogs live in the moment. With no thought of the scars from their past or worries for their future. They just exist totally in the here and now. They don't think much beyond their next meal, walk, or belly rub.....and on a daily basis they remind us to do the same.
Ah, Canis Lupus - my second favorite Latin term that starts with a c and ends in an s.
Think back to when you owned your first dog and all the life lessons they taught you. Things you experienced for the first time: responsibility, playfulness, unconditional love....things you still carry with you today.
In their company, your senses feel more alive. More acute. More aware.
Quite simply, I'm a better person with a dog in my life.
And having a pug in the house again reminds me that I am soft.
Plum Plum is still feeling under the weather and on top of the stomach problems her allergies have flared again.
It's back to square one with diet changes trying to figure out the triggers. I now have her on a bland white rice and banana diet until the colitis gets under control.
I know she looks pretty cushy perched on my lap with her plum colored heart blankie...but she doesn't sit still for long. The allergies make her itch herself raw until she bleeds, despite the Benadryl every 4 hours, medicated baths 2x a week, and being diligent with hypoallergenic everything that she comes in contact with in my house. I have threatened the cone if she does not stop.
We currently have her on medical hold which means she'll be with me for a while longer. Only problem is the longer she is here, the more attached we both get to one another.
I now know for certain that I will be unable to peel myself out of bed for a week when she goes.
Thanks to Becky for sending this one along:
We had to make an emergency trip to the animal ER last night....I didn't get home until 11:00.
It all started about a week ago when Bebe arrived and Plum became very jealous and aggressive towards her. It wasn't improving over time, kind of surprising considering the info Plum came with said she got along really well with other dogs. This wasn't the case when my 2nd foster arrived anyway...
All I could think is this is the only time in poor Plum's life that she has been given unconditional kindness and love - cause I have all that leftover Sausage love to lavish on the foster pugs now - maybe it was too much and she didn't want to share that with any other dog.
Long story short we had to place Bebe in a different foster home. It was really sad and I cried the whole way home after I dropped her off, so easy to get attached you don't even realize it until you have to say goodbye....but I knew it was better for Bebe because she is the complete opposite of Plum - Bebe needs to be with other pugs that will show her some doggy love. She wasn't getting it here.
A few days ago I started to notice Plum wouldn't walk up the stairs anymore, where previously she had a little routine of going up everyday. I thought maybe she was trying to block Bebe from coming up, or feared she might have Lyme's disease...she also began acting really lethargic and the day before yesterday she was vomiting in the AM.
Yesterday she wasn't improving she just lay on the couch sleeping like a lug while I worked in the office. Around 4:30 I decided to call the vet and make an appointment for her the following morning. I was sure she must have had Lyme's b/c I remembered pulling a tick off of her eyelid a few days before...and her records showed that she never had a Lyme's test or vaccine.
A couple hours later Plum began to plummet ....I noticed she started trembling all over like she was really in pain. Of course the vet office was closed by now. I live in a really rural area where the closest 24 hour animal clinic is 2 hours away...She had been laying down for hours so I decided to lift her up and bring her outside to pee..her poor body was lifeless dead weight. I set her down on the grass and she could barely walk and most horrifying of all she started pooping bloody diarrhea...even after she was done eliminating I brought her inside and set her down on a pad where she was really trembling, hot, and there was still blood dripping out of her rear end.
I quickly paged the vet and phoned the rescue experts to ask what I should do...they agreed I needed to get her into emergency care asap. It seemed like it was taking forever for the vet to call back but actually I think it was about 20 minutes. I was sure I was going to lose her. All I could think is that I can't lose another pug in this house...Not this soon. It hasn't even been a year yet. I kept thinking next time I need to foster a young healthy one...but then I remembered how much I love the seniors too, and how I seem to get more attached when they are older, sick, and needier. And after all she took such good care of me when I was recovering from my surgery.
The hardest part with a rescue dog is you don't know anything about their history in some cases. For all I knew Plum could be riddled with tumors in her belly and not know because her owners never took her to the vet.
I knew Lyme's disease couldn't make blood come out of the rectum, but I did know cancer could...it was like having the Sausage here worrying about him all over again. Patting his head when he was sick telling him it would be ok. I didn't think I was strong enough to go through all of this again but somehow I held it altogether and was....maybe because I've been through it all before. Maybe because after losing my best friend, I know that nothing can ever hurt me that badly again... and I could survive just about anything life has to throw my way..
We met the vet at her office at 9:00pm. She ran about a million tests and different exams to try to determine the problem. Of course Plum wasn't going to make it easy. I had to help hold her down when they took blood and she thrashed and tried to bite me then the needle popped out. When we laid her down on the X-ray table she screeched and howled noises like I'd never heard before and she tried to bite the Dr. and she trashed so hard her patella popped out and the Dr. had to pop it back in..
It was during the 2nd X-ray that I was introduced to the most ingenious invention I'm sure I will ever witness in my lifetime - the pug muzzle. It was this thin nylon muzzle designed just for flat nose breeds that covers their eyes and mouth so they can't see or bite and leaves an opening at the nose so they can still breathe. Completely safe and harmless but so effective.... I immediately took note of the company name on the tag so I could order one at a later date. It is obviously for short term use only but something I think every feisty pug owner should have for trimming nails, putting in ear drops, all the things pugs won't easily let you do.
After about 2 hours at the clinic Plum was stable. Her heart rate was ok, bloodwork was perfect, she was not dehydrated, she tested negative for Lyme's, not anemic, X-rays looked good no signs of obstruction and her breathing was steady.
She did have a fever and her stool sample showed an overgrowth of bacteria in the GI tract. After ruling out everything else they diagnosed her with acute canine colitis of unknown cause.
Who knew dogs could even get that? It's like doggy IBS or Chrons. Because it came on so suddenly, it was most likely triggered by something she ate (she did get into my garbage a couple weeks ago and ate some rotten food), could be her new allergy medicine which we have discontinued for a few days, and the Dr. also said it can be brought on by stress related stuff when there is a change in their everyday environment, moving or boarding. It is very possible that having Bebe coming in really upset her and pushed her over the edge.
All is well now and she is resting comfortably. Of course all of this means it will extend her stay with me as she can't be placed until she is fully rehabilitated. Now we need to still get her allergies under control, get her colitis under control, and once that is all done she still needs to be spayed.
I teased Plum this morning and told her I think she is having all these mystery ailments that take a while to fix just so that she can stay with me a while longer.....she is a crafty girl.
I took in a new foster pug this weekend, her name is Bebe. Taking care of two needy pugs is hard work, similar to how I imagine it would be chasing after toddlers all day - preparing special meals, giving them baths, administering medications, changing diapers, making sure they don't kill each other...but it's helping keep my mind occupied as I continue to anxiously wait for my biopsy results.
Poor Bebe is an owner surrender who is very sweet and very sad. Her "owners" recently put down her pug sibling who Bebe was best pals with her whole life.... because they said she was "too old". Then they decided they didn't want dogs in their lifestyle anymore so they got rid of Bebe too! Luckily we got her before they found a vet to put her down as well...Now we need to help the little old gal find a forever home. Bebe walks funny and her back legs are incredibly stiff as a result of being kept locked up in a crate for years. I've been exercising her in the yard for an hour each day to slowly start loosening them up again.
Bebe has such a beautiful sweet white face and a lovely soft fluffy coat of fur with a cute silver / black stripe running down her back.
Its a good thing I never meet up with these people in a dark alley at night.....I'd be like some crazed pug loving super hero trying to avenge all the villainous wrongs done to the pugs in this world.. I'd be like cat woman, only I'd be Pug Woman! I wonder if that means I'd have a curly tail on the back of my black leather pug suit? I should write a comic book.
So I was hoping Plum would warm right up to her because Bebe is really lonely for her companion and she keeps trying to nuzzle Plum and play. BUT as it turns out Plum Plum is very jealous and isn't having it.
Sadly she hasn't warmed to Bebe, she is just barely tolerating her and there was a food aggression incident this morning.. I guess I've gotten Plum too spoiled all by herself here the last few weeks with me and now she doesn't want to share.
My house is becoming a wayward home for senior puggies. It's just like the pug farm that I have always dreamed of in my perfect world scenario; needy pugs always coming and going, helping them in loving memory of the Sausage.... I realize I am missing a couple other things from my perfect world...but I've been busy working on those too.. Nothing comes easy.
Plum's new thing is she likes to plant herself on my lap while I'm working in the home office. Doesn't matter if I'm busy typing away, chatting on conference calls, or wiggling my legs around in the chair. She just plants herself there and hangs on for the ride.
Pardon the messy desk. It's on my list of things to do..
I found this picture in my web travels and had to share.
Ahh Pugs.....gotta love um!
10.) We'd stop barking up the wrong trees.
9.) The only wars fought would be over toys and treats.
8.) We'd have faithful friends and loyal neighbors.
7.) There would be no blue and red states - only black and fawn.
6.) Pugs will not waste taxpayers money, they work for belly rubs.
5.) Fire hydrant as national monument.
4.) No dog will be denied vet care.
3.) The "No More Homeless Pets" act.
2.) Pug faces on dollar bills and coins.
and the number one reason why Pugs should rule the country.....
1.) Public displays of Humping
From Durban, South Africa I received the following email:
My pug’s tail is drooping and unwound most of the time these days.
She seems to be fine – playing and running in the park. She has an amazing appetite too.
So on the surface she seems to be OK. She plays with our other dog all the time too.
Can you perhaps help me with this??? It is worrying us.
We did have a robbery here about 3 weeks ago so am wondering if this had anything to do with it.
First I am sorry to hear about the robbery. I hope everyone was unharmed and nothing valuable was taken.
Second I didn’t know they had pugs in South Africa, which is cool. If I lived there I’d be afraid the lions and hyenas might eat Pugsley. The only wildlife I have to worry about in my backyard here in the northeastern part of the states is the occasional raccoon or squirrel. Sometimes coyotes but those sightings are pretty rare.
So sorry to hear your pug’s tail is down. As I’ve blogged about here, this usually is an indicator that something is wrong. A happy healthy pug’s tail is normally nice and tightly wound on the top of his butt. When a pug’s tail that is normally erect goes flaccid it can mean they are either ill, depressed, or feeling nervous about something. This has been my experience anyway.
Would all you pug aficionados out there agree?
Based on your email, if her appetite and everyday activities appear to be normal you may be looking at either an injury or some type of emotional disturbance.
The robbery is curious. Was there a correlation in time when the robbery occurred and the tail started drooping? Pugs although small dogs in stature have a fierce character and it is highly possible your pug might feel depressed that she was unable to guard or protect especially if the break in occurred when nobody else was home. She may also be nervous about the intruder coming back.
You may want to take your pug to the doctor to have her tail inspected. Could the robber have injured it somehow?
Perhaps some of my pug readers would be kind enough to share their advice in the comments section of this blog.
Best of luck and we hope your pug is feeling better soon!
Here he is watching television. It's the final scene in the movie, "Homeward Bound". As you can see, he actually follows the story getting excited at the good parts... He's very intelligent!
You know you are a dog loving freak when you go to work on a snow day in your $120 Ugg boots that you normally wear every morning for dog walking....and halfway through the day you're sitting at your desk, happen to glance down at your feet mid-conference call and you notice there is a brownish green dry-crusted caking formation of dog doo stuck to the side of them. You proceed to pull the waste basket out from under your desk, hike your boot foot up resting on top and start scraping it off using a strategically placed letter opener positioned over a wad of Kleenex when just at that precise moment your young assistant comes walking into your office with the same dry look of befuddlement that only Dwight from Office Space could give followed by the perfect deadpan delivery, "What in the world are you doing?"
"I'm scraping dog crap off my boots."
He turned three shades of red....
"Yeaaaah, that's really gross."
Instead of being embarrassed I laughed and countered with a great proclamation...
"My Uggs have been Pugged!"
He didn't get it. But at least I haven't lost my sense of humor in all of this...
And in related news.....here is Pugsley playing with his replica Ugg boot toy tonight.
Like Mama, like Pug.
Giving up isn't an option. We have to press on here but I'd be lying if I didn't say it's been a struggle to let the Christmas spirit move me this year. I've had a few moments of feeling it; picking out my tree, decorating the tree, watching my favorite Christmas movies, holiday parties, dinners with friends, sharing the Christmas cocktail but overall I'm kind of blech this year. Wishing it could be like the movies when a ghost or angel from the past present or future comes to visit, teach me some important life lessons and then everybody lives happily ever after to the tune of classic Christmas carols. Where is Clarence Odbody when you need him?
I didn't blog last week because I didn't have anything good to report. It was a whirlwind of more bad news. Two days after Pugsley's surgery I found another tumor on his right leg. That means in terms of staging, it has progressed to multiple tumors in different areas of the body. I hoped against hope the new lump was maybe a swelling reaction from something they injected him with during surgery but it wasn't. He popped his stitches a day later and I had to rush him up to the vet to be re-sutured. Suddenly they whipped out a staple gun and injected 7 staples into his leg right then and there with no anesthesia, nothing. I winced. He didn't. They told me it hurt me more than it hurt him. I guess they were right because he took it like a champ and didn't even whimper once.
What a good boy.
The results of the biopsy were a Grade 2 again but they did not come back with clean margins this time like all the others. As it turns out the doctor had removed a larger section but didn't send that larger section out for pathology, he only sent the smaller section. When I asked why he said they would charge a second time (not that I would have cared) and that he took as much skin off as he could without amputating his leg. Not that I would have allowed that. "The grading is very subjective," he said.
As for the new tumor I don't know how I or the doctor missed it right in the area where the top of his leg meets the chest. Now because Mast cell tumors are really just crazy cells of histamine, it's possible that as an allergic reaction to the surgery or something else, it could have just popped up. In any event they said it definitely should come off. That's when I asked the question, "At what point do you say enough is enough and not do anymore surgeries?" I hated asking that question but it had to be asked. They told me at this point I should definitely keep going because he continues to tolerate the surgeries well. This is because I don't let them tube him. I request that they use a mild tranquilizer and isoflourene gas. It's the anesthetic of choice for brachyocephalic breeds because of their short noses and challenged respritory systems. He does well with this and is usually perky and back to his old spry self a few hours post op. I took this picture just 2 hours after I picked him up on the day of his surgery. Poor Sausage.
We need the first tumor removal to heal though before we can remove the other one. He can't be walking around stitched and stapled on both legs or he won't be able to move and heal comfortably......long story short we are looking at another surgery scheduled for the day after Christmas when the staples come out. That's if they don't pop open before hand.
So there you have it, 2 surgeries, subjective pathology report, suture tearing, stapled leg, advanced staging, oh and the snow and ice storms here in the northeast have made it difficult to walk. He slipped on the ice and hurt his back so I've been giving him Tramadol for the pain.
As for me, cough syrup and Baileys Irish cream is helping.
If Pugs were able to talk I think they would spend their days bossing us around, barking orders and telling us how they feel or more importantly telling us what we as humans can do to serve them and make them feel better. Instead, Pugs have to rely on their highly expressive facial and body gestures combined with an infectious cleverness, endearing charm, and evolved manipulation skills to communicate.... most effectively I might add via what I affectionately refer to as a number of KPI's or.........
Performance Pug Indicators:
Pug Tail Down = pug is feeling sick or sad
Droopy pug tail hanging limp = indifference to a situation
Tail tightly wound = Happy pug
Pug on back belly up = I need affection, rub my belly please
Pug ears perked up and sitting tall = excited pug usually excitable over food or going out
Pug ears laid back = feeling scared or insecure, comfort me
Pugtona laps around yard or house = so happy they can hardly contain themselves!
Pug head bobs = sleepy pug, too much playtime past my bedtime but don't want to fall asleep and miss anything.
Pug pout = displeased with something a human has done and want you to know it by pouting in general direction of human....after 13 years Pugsley has become something of a master at the glaring, cut through your ever-loving soul pug pout:
I never knew so much blood could come out of a broken pug toe. The aftermath scene on my $250.00 LL Bean down comforter resembled something out of a horror film. It looked like a woman could have given birth or maybe an axe murder had taken place there. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but it was pretty severe with blood splatters everywhere..
With the blood stains still 48 hours old, I took my down comforter to the dry cleaners in hopes that they may have some magic solution to remove the stains and restore my beloved down blankie to its original beauty. The first dry cleaner wouldn't even touch it. "Not with feathers inside," they said...
At the next dry cleaner I elaborated that my dog fell going up his ramp and broke his toenail. "It was a gusher," I explained. The old gentleman of Asian descent stared back at me blankly, with a raised judgmental eyebrow as if suspecting some type of foul play or hedonistic activity had taken place on my bed. But no matter how hard I tried, he wasn't buying it. In fact the more I explained the less believable it sounded, even to me. I guess "my dog bled all over my bed" ranks right up there with "my dog ate my homework".
So I receive a lot of weird emails from people asking me for advice on random things. For all the emails that don't end up in my spam filter, I try to respond to the ones that I feel are serious and genuine or where I can contribute something back.
For all the others...I'm thinking of starting a new segment where I reply on the blog to those emails that well....just deserve a reply for all to see and learn from. After all my blog is here to entertain, share, offer advice and spread my own unique wealth of experiences and knowledge...
Like this one that I received today:
I was surfing the Internet trying to find out about Pugs and how bad they smell, and I came across your website. How bad do Pugs smell? I have a roommate who wants to buy a Pug. I'm fine with the dog but I'm not fine with the house reeking.
Thanks for your email. First I must say that I find it incredibly ironic and almost suspect that you, in searching the world wide web for how bad pugs smell, happened to stumble upon the website of possibly the one lone person on the planet who, if she could find a way would bottle up the pug essence in all its glory, and manufacture into a fine fragrant spray. Don't you think? Yea, maybe I'm not the right person for you to ask this question. Or maybe I am. That goes for head to toe pug redolence. From spicy Frito feet, to the musty clam bog odor that collects and emanates from facial wrinkles and excuse me for saying so but there 'aint nothing sweeter smelling in all the wide world than waxy pug ear. These are all good, normal pug smells. A medley of delectable aromas to the most discerning of pug afficionados.
Aside from the above noted endearing scents, the only reason I can think of that a pug would smell bad is if he was sick or not properly cared for. Pugs with allergies that are not treated for instance can smell foul. People who own pugs have to be diligent about cleaning out their facial folds weekly or they can become nasty little odorous sea beds of infection. Infection = bad smell. Infection = sick pug. Will you and your roommate be diligent? Will you take the pug to all of his vet appointments and buy him medicine and feed him a special diet if he needs it? Will you put him outside if he smells instead of dealing with it or sequester him to a damp moldy basement? Ask yourself if it will bother you when the pug gets gastritis and passes gas while his ass is in your face. Ask yourself if when he is sitting on your couch or your lap will it bother you that he leaves behind a wet spot, a strongly offensive mephitis of anal gland leakage and excretions because you don't take him to have them drained often enough?
So Alex, I must implore you now -- If you or your roommate have answered "yes" or said "ew" to any of these "reeking" questions and or scenarios, then please, please do the pug he is thinking of "buying" and moving into your house a big favor and try to dissuade him against it. Because more than likely a couple months from now or maybe in a year -- I or some of my friends will end up rescuing that poor pug from a very bad situation.
For the record, I would not have the anal gland secretions bottled into my eau de pug parfume.
I designed some new t shirts this weekend to sell in my store. I hope you think the new products came out as cute as I do!
Here we have a cap sleeve ringer tee with the infamous Sex, Pugs, and Rock 'n' Roll logo on the front and an adorable little pug on the back!
This just in and hot off the presses -- the brand new Black Tee.
Here is a close-up shot of the logo. I love the way the P and G came out with the little pug hearts..
All items are in stock and ready to ship! These will make perfect gifts for pug lovers! Tell your friends...I think I'll order one of each for myself.
Does anyone else think there is some sick conspiracy or perhaps terrorist plot to take out all American pets? Now the contaminated wheat gluten has been found in Ol’ Roy dog biscuits sold at Wal-Mart. This is getting really scary and disturbing for pet owners.
Etymology: Hebrew pesah
Meaning "skipping" or passing over, to pass through, to exempt or to spare.
Sausage sailed through his surgery like a little champ. Thanks for all the well wishes, we are much obliged. Once shaven, the vet could see a bit of inflammation around the lump so he took more tissue than originally planned when I dropped him off this morning. Better to air on the aggressive side I think since there was enough room to clear the area with clean margins or so we hope. While under they also cleaned his teeth, filed down nails, and cauterized a skin tag. The full spa treatment.
Greedy boy couldn't wait to get home and eat something having been deprived of all food 12 hours before surgery. That's like forever in dog time. Now he seems to still be stoned in some sort of doggie-valium haze alternating between bobbing back and forth and pacing around in circles panting like he wants to vomit but can't. I know exactly how he feels because Valium has the same affect on me. Maybe I should take a human Valium so he's not going through it alone.
I wanted to take a picture of the Frankenpug but wouldn't you know the lens on my digital camera broke after it fell to the floor and now I have to buy a new one...its turning out to be an expensive week.
2-5 days for the pathology report...keep those good vibrations coming our way 'cause I'm doing everything on my end this holy week short of smearing lambs blood on my door..
The "P" on my keychain chipped and now it says "I Heart My Fug".
Pugsley was a naughty boy last night and for the first time since he’s been sick, I became angry and yelled at him…. and meant it. Then of course I felt terrible. I think he is playing me like a fiddle and milking this whole cancer thing for he is crafty as the day is long.
He’s always been greedy and demanding. For example, as I type this he is sitting in front of me staring me down, demanding that I stop what I’m doing and serve him a pig’s ear or a bully stick. And he is persistent in his cold hard stares. He will hold a stare for hours that will eventually evolve into a defeated pug pout, followed by an overnight snubbing where he will not sleep with me in the bed, he will sleep on the floor just to spite me. But over the last 3 months with all the special attention, he’s reached new heights of greediness. I know it’s my fault too, I have created a puggy monster.
When I wake in the morning he has to be walked and fed before I can begin any of my things. Promptly upon returning inside after his morning excursion, he sprints to the feeding station and waits to receive his morning poopie treat, followed immediately by meal # 1 of the day which consists of his dry Nutromax kibble and his powders and capsules mixed with a couple tablespoons of organic baby food, it has to be organic. Today it’s Butternut squash.
Before I head off to work, I leave Pugsley in the care of his nanny, my mother who watches him while I’m away. She repeats the above feeding allotment at lunchtime because he has to eat 3x a day. All day long while I’m slaving at the salt mines, he is being ogled, walked, brushed and sung songs to like a king.
After a long day full day I come home and he is back my care. Before I can eat or change clothes or workout or before he will give me a kiss hello, he makes a mad dash back to the feeding station waiting to be fed again. Meal #3 is almost the same as the others except it includes 4 drops of this potent natural chemo type drug. It’s pretty powerful stuff. It can’t come in contact with any metal, including bowls or spoons. I can only feed it to him out of glass or plastic and the label says the animal is not supposed to be stressed at all while eating it, or he may start vomiting. That’s a hoot to me because the only stress Pugsley feels at mealtime is how fast he can get his head in the bowl and swallow with the minimum amount of chewing possible.
The whole feeding system has been going rather smoothly over the last couple months. But this night in particular for some reason I was all thumbs, I was mixing up all the ingredients when somehow I fumbled and the plastic bowl fell out of my hands and onto the floor, splattering some of the potent liquid medication onto the carpet. One kibble nugget went flying under the loveseat joining the ecosystem of pug hair and dust bunnies that live there.
Before I could clean up the mess I had to feed Pugsley. As soon as he was done I used some Resolve Carpet Cleaner on the spot and then I proceeded to heat up my leftovers so I could then have my dinner. It was a long day, about 15 hours after the time it began….all I wanted to do was go long on the couch and enjoy my Slump. That’s just what I started to do when the tirade began.
No sooner did I get the fork in my mouth, and Pugsley ran over to the spot on the floor where I rubbed in the Resolve Carpet Cleaner and he was licking it. Obviously, this can’t be good for any dog, especially a dog with cancer. I told him no and bellowed out the “leave it” command from the couch, hoping it would make him stop. But it didn’t, it made him want to lick more. I put my bowl of Slump down which was already luke warm (and I like it steaming hot) so for a quick fix I put a magazine rack over the spot so he couldn’t get to it.
Do you know that Sausage went over to the magazine rack and used his 23lbs of body weight to knock it over? At this point I was getting more angry and yelling louder, “Pugs-ah-Lee!!!” using exaggerated syllables like I really meant it, “Bad Boy, You’re gonna get sick!!” It wasn’t working, in addition to his obsession with the wet carpet he was also barking at the loveseat because he knew that one little nugget of kibble flew under there and he couldn’t stand it, it was driving him mad that he knew it was there and couldn’t have it. He started barking at the couch and then using his front paws, he began digging at the carpet trying to get closer to the kibble nugget. My Slump was getting colder by the minute so this time I was sure I would fix him. I stomped over to couch and cupped his sausage body with a firm grip on both sides. I hoisted him up and placed him out of the way with an angry finger pointing in his face, “You stop it now, you’re being very naughty!” I pushed the coffee table up against the loveseat and laid the magazine rack flat over the wet spot this time instead of upright. I resumed my position on the couch this time determined to get through my meal without having to get up again….hoping he would just give up.
But he was just getting started, being a total destructo….barking, digging up carpet, sausaging his way past the barricades that I created. I did my best to ignore him and at that point I gave up, I hate to say it but I decided if he wanted to lick the wet carpet that bad and get sick from the carpet cleaner, then so be it. If he wanted to bark at the hairy nugget under the couch that eluded him, fine. I went on with my dinner as he obsessively and compulsively paced the perimeter of the couch, climbing under end tables and behind the backside of the couch, past the radiator and around the other side trying to negotiate his way to the nugget, stopping every other lap to dig his claws in the carpet around the magazine rack thinking if he couldn’t have the nugget, he would get to the wet spot instead.
It was at this point that I realized he doesn’t really want to lick the floor or eat a ½ inch piece of kibble this badly. He only wants what I keep telling him he can’t have. Typical alpha male.
I was taking deep breaths and trying to manage my temper now, I never actually lost it but at one tiny little point I wanted to swat him on the butt. I didn’t of course; I’ve only done that once about 10 years ago when he bit my hand as I was taking a pig’s ear away from him. I regret that to this day.
I finally finished my dinner and decided to ignore his destructive behavior and not let him win. I tried to focus on the work I was doing on my laptop but I might have googled the Dog Whisperer looking for what he might do in this situation. No luck. An hour later it was quiet... I peeked out the corner of my eye to see his tightened sausage body in the shape of a football, lying under the table in a full pug pout with his face nudged up against the edge of loveseat. Suddenly, I felt guilty that I yelled. I felt guilty that I checked out and was more interested in my dinner, guilty that I was willing in my fit of anger for a split second to let him lick wet chemicals on the floor. And then it started, almost as if he intuitively sensed my remorse and used it to his advantage, he started letting out these series of pathetic little pug whimpers, each one sadder and more heart wrenching than the one before. I finally caved because I couldn’t take it anymore…..I reached my hand under the couch and pulled out the one lone nugget and I gently fed it to him thinking it would put an end to the madness. I was wrong.
After he got what he wanted and was no longer fixated on the wet spot, he started pulling toys out of his box, one by one, shaking them violently into me as I tried to work on my laptop. When that didn’t work because I kept typing and not paying attention, he positioned himself strategically in front of my feet and gave me the “I need to go out” look. Mind you it’s the coldest night of the year so far in New England.
I stopped everything and bundled up in my hooded sweatshirt, Ugg Boots, down jacket, wool hat, scarf, gloves. I don’t’ like to be cold when we walk because he takes forever to go sometimes…It was dark and I figured my best shot for him to make a quick #2 was to walk him out on the road. He was lollygagging. Stopping at every bush along the way to lift his leg and pee, even though nothing was coming out, he just wanted to pretend mark. After 20 minutes and no #2, we were walking back to the house when I heard his head rustle in the leaves and could make out under the dark sky that he had quickly gobbled up an unidentified piece of matter from the ground before I could pull back on the leash. I can only assume it was cat shit, as that is one of his other things he does to be bad. I yelled at him again, "Just because you're sick doesn't mean you can be naughty!" and this time he let me know that he was mad at ME for being mad at HIM. I stormed back inside. Do you know that sausage had the nerve to run over to the feeding station and beg for a treat? I decided to call it a night. He didn’t sit and wait to be carried to bed like normal. He was letting me know he was pissed because I yelled and didn’t give him a treat. He snubbed me and walked off into the bedroom on his own. Something he never does.
Okay! I just played along and nestled into the bed, it felt so good after a long trying day and night. Pugsley was laying there at the foot of the bed pouting with his chin burrowed into his purple froggy with a most disgusted look on his face. I crawled down and put my face next to his to try to make up, but he wouldn’t even look at me. He pointed his face in the opposite direction…he was really snubbing me now. I went back to my side and let him lay there and pout, figuring he’d come around when he was ready.
Now, I don’t know if it was the Resolve Carpet Cleaner, or the cat shit, or the hairy nugget that he ate, but all of the sudden he started licking his lips and making these weird throaty noises and I could hear his stomach gurgling. He was hunched over like he was in pain and then came the reverse sneezes and goose honking sounds. I rubbed his throat until it passed and then he jumped off the bed and started pacing the floor. Then he would climb in his dog bed and then out, dry heaving on and off like he might vomit...Finally, Pugsley climbed back up into the bed, reluctantly sauntering his way over to me, letting out a big sigh he plopped his body down against my side, strategically positioning his belly under my left arm. I rubbed it until he fell asleep.
I never in my wildest dreams would have equated stool with a source of happiness. That was before Pugsley’s latest medical crisis. Now I find myself staring at it, actually waiting for it to fall out of his ass and hit the ground so I can analyze any changes in texture or color. Mostly making sure it isn’t too dark or tarry. I must say, his fecals have been nothing short of sturdy and solid, well formed in a perfect, healthy medium brown color. Must be all the new herbs and veggies we've been adding into his diet. Who would ever have imagined looking at shit could make me so merry?
Goodboy Norman Featherstone has been on mind a lot lately. Norman is a little pug from North Carolina who was diagnosed with Mast Cell cancer 2 months ago. Fortunately the vet said it was grade 1 with well-defined margins and no cancer around the lump, so they didn’t recommend any further treatment after removing it.
Normans people found two more lumps last week, had them removed and are currently awaiting biopsy results. Please stop by studpug.blogspot.com and send Norman and his people some good thoughts, prayers, and well wishes.
We Love you Goodboy Normal Featherstone!
A friend sent this to me and I liked it so much I thought I'd share with all the dog lovers out there.
by Richard Biby, Contributing Editor
Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's "just a dog", or,
that's a lot of money for just a dog. They don't understand the
distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a
dog". Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog". Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog", but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog", and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you too, think it's "just a dog", then you probably don't understand phrases like "just a friend", "just a sunrise", or "just a promise". "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person. Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. "Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog"
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a
man." So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog" just smile,
because they "just don't understand"
Please think twice before you give your dog GREENIES!!
This was on CNN -
GREENIES are causing blockages in intestines of dogs and NOT breaking down. Dogs have died, they have been pulled intact out of throats, intestines and tummies!
Watch the CNN clip it is about 5 minutes and is INCREDibly SAD! Greenies , the company who markets these dog treats, states that the dental benefits outweigh the DEATHS that are caused by them. PLEASE check it out - If you have AOL you can watch the clip. Dogs are DYING! Please CROSSPOST.
Trust me you DONT want your dog to have an intestinal blockage -- Pugsley has had TWO and required major surgery for both. He barely survived the first one. If you don't believe how horrific it can be, look here: http://www.pugsplace.com/postsurgerypics.htm
Here’s how it went down last night
After work I lingered to chat with a couple of my coworkers. Did I mention how much I Love my new job? To give you an idea, I’ve only been there a month and I’ve already been out to 3 happy hours, 1 holiday party, 2 paid company holidays, and yesterday morning when I walked into the office I found Valentines day goodies waiting on my desk. Cards, candy, and a Pug book, oh and a make your own dog calendar kit. Anyhoo, so of course I’ve bonded with all the dog people right away. So like I was saying -- I was lingering and chatting with a couple coworkers about Dermot’s victory (most people think I’m nuts but that’s okay). I told them I was planning on going home and watching him compete for Best In Show and then I remembered the one thing that I always LOVE about Valentines Day – the Westminster Dog Show. It’s the Dog-Olympics. The crème-de-la crème, the who’s who of canine competition. And it’s always on Valentines Day.
I left work at 6:30 feeling unusually charged, by that time I had snapped out of my Black Tuesday funk and into my determination mode. For driving home music, I went with a little Nirvana In Utero.
I phoned in take out to my favorite Mexican restaurant and ordered Enchiladas Mole’, yum. A couple miles up the road I swung into the pet store and bought Pugsley a new duck toy and a couple Bully Sticks. When I got home I peeled my 3 layers of black clothing off, slipped into my favorite fleece PJ’s with snowflakes on them and settled in for the show.
Finally, It was down to the best of group dogs competing in Best In Show: Rottweiler, Bull Terrier, Pug, Dalmation, Golden Retriever, Scottish Deerhound, and the Old English Sheepdog.
Dermot came out with the lights down and I felt kind of bad for him because the crowd didn't give him as many cheers as when the Dalmation and Retriever came out. Dinks.
During the final judging, Dermot got spooked by the judge and started to lay down. There was a collective gasp from the audience and commentators. I'm sure he must have been traumatized because of that last judge pinching him! Poor dear. He had a nice recovery after that with a couple great stacks but ultimately, it went to the Bull Terrier named Rufus. Who I must admit was spectacular.
Enjoy your retirement Dermot, you got Best in Show in our book!
I don't believe it, it's finally happened. A Pug has won the Toy group at Westminster!! Every year I watch and every year it's either the Pekenese or the Miniature Poodle.
Congratulations to the very handsome Ch Kendoric's Riversong Mulroney aka Durmot Mulroney. How sweet it is, that this is his last show before he retires. And what a great comeback from November when that nasty judge was rough housing his mouth and accidentally pinched him. Poor dear was so scared he went flat on the show table. Everyone wondered if he'd be too traumatized to compete after that. We've been big Durmot fans for the last 5 years. He's like the Rock Star of Pugs..
Go Durmot!! Go get that Best In Show tommorow night!
Just when you thought I was done with my Puggles rant, well I’m not. Not by a long shot. As long as I have a blog and a voice I will continue to fight for canine rights even if nobody is listening. Even if I piss people off.
I'm pissed off!
In a recent article that has come to my attention, Lainie Cantrell of the American Kennel Club warned that the trendiness of a particular breed is a bad reason to choose a pet. Besides, in trying to bring out the best traits in both breeds, you might end up with the worst, she said. "It's really just a genetic crapshoot," Cantrell said. "The other problem is unscrupulous breeders capitalizing on a trend. They're just trying to pass out puppies to as many people as they possibly can." If you want a mixed-breed pet, she said, you can get a healthy one at a shelter for less.
She just confirmed everything I blogged about months ago and have known long before.
Case in point -- Take a close look at poor little Max here and tell me how cute you think those deformed legs of his are? They don't know whether to be Pug legs or Beagle legs. I don’t know about you but it makes me want to scream and cry. This is Frankenstein shit people!!!
Stop the Designer Dog Breeding Now!!
I've said it before and I'll say it agin. If you really want a Puggle, please visit your local shelter or go to Petfinder.org. Don't put money in the pockets of backyard breeders and puppy mills.
Choose COMPASSION OVER FASHION!
Thanks to everyone who called, emailed, IM'ed, and commented. I'm happy to report your good vibes worked!!
I picked my boy up a little while ago and the good news is the Dr. said the lump was filled with clear fluid and is more than likely just a benign cyst. They are still sending it out for histopathology but that is more to appease me than anything else. I'll still be biting my nails until I get the results but I figure it's better to be safe than sorry.
For now, the King is back on his throne, aka couch, chin resting on my crumpled up nightie. He got a couple stitches, shaved in 3 places, is very groggy and is whimpering a little from the anesthesia. But that's normal....I guess he figured he'd have me add another $600.00 to the old drastic plastic to start out the new year. In between pay checks and right before that pet insurance kicks in!
Lucky for him, he's worth it.
Could I ask everyone to keep some good thoughts and prayers for Pugsley. He is having surgery today to remove a lump on his hind leg.
I am hoping it's nothing but a silly trick he's playing on me, to squeeze in one more surgery before his new pet insurance kicks in.
Please send him some Love.
Why is it that I can bathe Pugsley head to tail, clean his wrinkles with Q-tips soaked in lavender and tea tree oil. Hydrogen Peroxide his ears, taking care not to enter his inner ear canal. Pantene shampoo his entire little sausage body, clean all his nooks and crannies…..and a couple hours later he STILL smells like a bag of corn chips?
It’s one of life’s sweet mysteries.
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In the past three hours, 4 different people have mentioned “Puggles” to me. Good hearted, well meaning people just like the folks who buy or want to buy Puggles from Pet Stores because they are so “cute.” Puggles are a mix of beagle and pug and are currently being touted as the “#1 Hybrid in America” and the "New Must Have Dog". Today alone I've seen stories about Puggles on NBC, the Today Show and MSN. I’m not linking to any of these articles because I don’t want to give them anymore positive media coverage than they are already getting. No, I want to give you the other side of the story and educate you about these new “Designer Dog Breeds”.
Just the other week at Petco, a family with a little Puggle puppy approached me and Pugsley, saying “Awwww, there’s you’re daddy”. I am getting scared. They are gaining in popularity. Of course I think Puggles are cute. Pugs and Beagles are my 2 favorite breeds of dog. I spent my childhood with beagles and my adulthood with Pugs. But does that mean I think it’s a good idea? NO. Cute isn't the issue here folks. I feel like I need to be a voice for these dogs who can’t be heard. I don’t care how much backlash I’ll get for this either. Come and attack me, I double dog dare you.
I’ve been working in Pug rescue for a while now and I’ve seen a lot of heart breaking things. I’ve seen footage of the puppies that are sold into pet stores where they are kept in farm-like warehouses with no electricity, in the dark, in excessive heat and unbearable cold. In crate, after crate, stacked upon one another to the roof with rain and snow leaking in. The puppies that make it out of here alive are the lucky ones. Ever wonder why you see so many sick puppies at the Pet Store? Because they are coming from places like this.
But even before puppies get to that horrible place to be farmed out to local stores, even before they are born, think about their parents and where they come from. From places where the people who breed them don’t care about the dogs or the offspring, they care about the $1500. bounty on each puppy’s head. They don’t care about congenital defects, throwing bad genes from one and bad genes from the other into one big blender to mix up and make more bad genes.
They are so greedy in fact, that they will breed the same female dog over and over and over and over until she can’t walk. To the point where she is still nursing one litter of puppies while being impregnated with her next. How do I know? Because our rescue organization has saved dogs just like this. Pugs with broken jaws, limbs, and cut out vocal cords. Oftentimes, they aren’t given enough food or water and are living in their own feces and urine in cramped quarters. Just enough to keep them alive and pumping out litters of puppies that end up in these same types of places. The Puggle is a Backyard Breeders dream!
Let’s forget for a moment about the fact that a Puggle is going to inherit not ONE set of genetic problems but TWO. A Pug being a brachiocephalic toy breed and lapdog crossed with a beagle hound that is full of energy and was bred to hunt. How well do you think that dog is going to be able to breathe when it’s running hard and playing? Take a Pug’s nose and challenged respiratory system and cross it with Beagles exuberant personality and genetic urge to hunt and run. How can this be good?
Not every Puggle comes out looking like the ones being featured on the cover of the NY Post or on the Today Show. Some come out Black and white. Some look more like pugs with curly tails. Some inherit the long fur of the beagle. And what do you think happens to those "less attractive" dogs? They get discarded.
Even behavioral wise, pugs and beagles are both incredibly stubborn and difficult to train. Any owner who adopts a Puggle, will have to be aware that they are getting double the trouble in housetraining and obedience. You know what this will result in? Owners who don’t have the time, patience, or money to deal with all of these issues. That’s when, if we are lucky, they contact our rescue organization so we can help them. It’s all the owners who don’t contact us though that I worry about. Instead they just sell them in the paper to any random person or worse, dump them on the side of the road, or possibly even to a fate more cruel.
So remember, each time you see a Puggle, or any of these so called “designer’ breeds like Tea Cup Pugs, or Albino Pugs, etc. etc. (and this isn’t just limited to pugs they just happen to be the “it” dog of the moment) know that no matter how cute the dog is, and maybe if it’s lucky will be born without any health problems – that only a non-reputable breeder who is greedy for money and the cost on each puppy’s head would breed a Beagle and a Pug. Only a Backyard breeder or a Puppy Mill would. I’m not saying Puggles aren’t cute. I’m not saying they won’t make great dogs. I’m not saying all will get sick. But I am saying no matter how great he is, the conditions his parents are living in are 95% of the time deplorable. And any money you spend to purchase one goes directly into their pockets so they can stay in business.
If you have found this article by Google Searching “Puggle” which I’ve key worded specifically so that you will, and are looking to purchase a Puggle from a Pet Store or a sketchy breeder, Please think seriously about it before you do.
Instead, I would urge you to look at your local adoption and rescue organizations, animal shelters, or check Petfinder.org where these dogs will inevitably end up. The volunteers who make these operations possible work tirelessly and give selfishly of their time, heartache, and personal money to save dog's lives. Please also consider making a donation to help them continue their relentless efforts to save all the dogs that are products of abuse and neglect.
You can start here: Precious Pugs Rescue and Adoption and give today.
How else do I know? Because Pugsley is a puppy mill pug and his parents sufferered tremendously.
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Here are just a few Puggles listed on Petfinder currently being sheltered and are in need of a good home.
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Damn! Those Japanese are so innovative and business savvy with their fingertips on the pulse of every emerging market. Honda Motor Co. has launced a Concept car call the "W.O.W" which stands for "Wonderful Openhearted Wagon". The first automobile ever designed specifically catering to pets. The W.O.W comes with a special crate in the glove box (LOL) to stow away a little dog so he can interact with his owner while driving. (I've had similar thoughts while driving with Pugsley in the car and he HAS to have my hand on him at all times or her gets upset and anxious if I have to remove my hand for a minute to turn the wheel or something). A big crate pops up from the floor in back and for bigger dogs, the auto comes equipped with special seat buckles that belt to the floor. All flooring is removable, easily washable, and doors slide open widely for easy access in or out. Currently this is only an exhibition model with no plans for commercial sale. But I think they should totally take it to market. I get these similar kinds of ideas all the time. What kind of products can make a dog's life and his owner's life easier? I'll have to start patenting them..
Can't you just see me sporting around town in one of these dog mommy minivans with Pugsley stuffed in the glove box?? I LOVE It!
Take it market, take it to market! I'll be the American spokeswoman for the WOW!
It has been 6 weeks since my last confession. After reading a recent Craiglist posting, I have wished evil thoughts onto another person and I have fantasized of causing them great bodily harm. If it's not a joke Lord, help me to understand how there can be so much evil lurking in the hearts of man, and woman.
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Free to A Good Home: Butt-Ugly 10 Year Old Pug
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Date: 2005-09-24, 1:41AM EDT
Ugliest Dog In The World....?
Whiny, ugly old pug will pee on your floor, crap all over your garden, and whine all night for absolutely no reason. He has cataracts, a benign anal tumor, and frequent bladder infections. We recently spent $400.00 at the vet getting him healthy, after we'd obtained him from a shelter... He is up to date on all shots, neutered, and great with kids & other dogs. The older f*cker has at least another good 5 years left in him, & my husband hates him.
So, one of them has to go...
this is in or around North Joisey
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
yes -- ok to transmit this posting into outer space
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Sometimes when he's curled up in a little ball using his big stuffed froggy as a pillow -- Pugsley’s hind leg reminds me of a drumstick. And I pretend like I’m going to eat it. I always quote a line from my favorite children’s book, Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are.
“Oh Pugsley, Please don’t go, I will eat you up I Love you so!”
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Pug Lovers - Have I got a treat for you today! Lucy from my Pug Rescue group sent this and I've been enamored by it all day. It's so freakin' cute!! It's a Pug screensaver that licks your screen slobber and all. Here is what you do:
1.) Go here to the Official Must Love Dogs movie website. Excellent book for single dog lovers by the way...
2.) Click Enter Flash Site
3.) Click Downloads in the top Nav Bar
4.) Go to the Pug Box and select Mac or PC
5.) Come back and tell me how much you love it!
I normally keep my screensaver set to off but now I have it clicking on every 60 seconds. They have other breeds too. Enjoy.
Pugsley had his Senior Wellness checkup this weekend and I'm happy to report the Dr. said he is healthy as can be with a very strong heart. As we waited to be seen Pugsley wooed everyone in the waiting room by performing tricks like High Fives and Play Deads. He will do anything for attention and boy does he know how to get it. He is the Mel Gibson of canines. One lady gave him a treat from a jar on the counter, another one gave him belly rubs and kisses, and the receptionist gave him a free toy. It's amazing the way he can work a room. I swear he must have been a Playboy in a former life.
On our way home I stopped at the Drive-up Coffee Barista. As I sat at the drive through and ordered my usual Grande Regular with cream and sugar, Pugsley hammed his way up to the driver's side window and laid on the old charm with his secret weapon, the half-head cock, and Lo... my Grande Regular came with a dog bisquit on top. He does this at the Bank too...climbs onto my lap and pokes his head through the window, trying to look extra cute because he understands that Drive throughs = tasty treats.
When we got home, it was so beautiful, warm, and sunny here in CT. I started my yardwork and clearing the gardens. Perfect Pug weather, not too hot and not too cold. Pugsley had a burst of energy, enjoyed chasing birds in the yard and was so exuberant at one point he was doing Pugtona laps around the lawn. Each time I made a trip to empty out the wheelbarrow, his royal highness got a ride back. We caught some of the action on the digital. Not bad for an almost 11 year old Pug. I Love that he still acts like a puppy.
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Leaping and Bounding
Doing Pugtona Laps
Cantering like a horse
I'm ready for my ride now
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I received a notice in the mail from Pusgley's Vet saying he is due in for a Comprehensive Senior Wellness Exam. I guess this is something their computers generate based on the animals birthdate in the hospital database. It's the first time I've received one of these and to be honest, it has me a little freaked out. I mean yes, I understand he will be 11 this year but I am in a bit of denial about it. I don't like this, I don't want Pugsley to be a senior.
It's not his gray mask or poor hearing, wobblier gait or even the rising cost of his vet care that bothers me. It's just that the older he gets the more I realize our time togther is fleeting. It's reality I know but I still don't have to like it. I want him to never leave me.
I Love Pugsley more now than I ever did even back when he was a lively adorable little puppy. His personality and "ways" have grown on me so much over the years. The way he demands things and tries to rule me. Okay not "tries to" but "succeeds at".
What kills me is the things I see and hear about working in Pug Rescue. There are so many senior pugs just discarded, neglected, abused. Pugs that people have owned as long as I have had Pugsley and then one day just wake up and decide they don't want them anymore. I just can't fathom it. In a perfect world, I would have my own Pug farm that would be a safe haven for all pugs in need, young and old but especially for the seniors to live out their final days with Love and Compassion. I wish I had the set-up for it right now, but I don't.
It's the old-timers that are the best, funniest little characters with the most love and affection to give and receive. I could go on but one of our volunteers sent me this clip which says it all: Tribute to Senior Pugs.
I've done some quick calculations and come up with some pretty interesting Pugsley Stats....over the last 10.5 years here are my approximations:
Times I've taken Pugsley outside to go to the bathroom - 12,045 times
Meals he has eaten - 12,045 more or less depending on his Gastrointestinal functions
Times he has unwrapped presents - 165 times
Had a Bath - 132 baths
Trips to the vet - 132
Kisses - too many to count
Surgeries - 11 (beanie baby, acorn, 5 dental, two lump removals, one entropion eye surgery, 1 neuter)
To purchase Pugsley - $1,200
Neuter - $350.00
Emergency Surgery to remove Beanie Baby from Small Intestine - $4,000
Emergency Surgery to remove Acorn - $2,000
Misc surgeries and medications - $5,000
Xrays and misc vet expenses - $600.00
Doggie Acupuncture - $1000.00
Food - $2200.00
Toys and treats - $1000.00
Misc Pet Supplies (bed, collars, leads, etc) - $600.00
The Love of a Pug - Priceless
It was down for a while but
back by popular demand..
The Pug Before Christmas
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Looking for a last minute gift to get?
Support Pug Rescue!!
Buy Pugsley Merchandise and all proceeds
go to support homeless, needy pugs.
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Pugsley Tote Bag - "Have you Hugged a Pug Today?"
Pugsley Ringer Tee, Comes in Mint/Avacado, Pink/Salmon, Yellow/Gold
Pugsley Baseball Jersey - "Pugs Rule, People Drool"
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My Lovely Leftist cousin Nicole inspired this Top 10 list (Hugs):
Top Ten Reasons Why Pugs Should Rule the Country
10.) We'd stop barking up the wrong trees.
9.) The only wars fought would be over toys and treats
8.) We'd have faithful friends and loyal neighbors.
7.) There would be no Blue and Red States - only Black and Fawn
6.) Pugs will not waste taxpayers money, they work for belly rubs
5.) Fire Hydrant as National Monument
4.) No dog will be denied vet care
3.) The "No More Homeless Pets" Act
2.) Pug Faces on dollar bills and coins
and the number one reason why Pugs should rule the country:
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1.) Public displays of Humping
Pugsley for President
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The Pug Rescue Group I belong to, PPRA, had a pug party today where the volunteer members brought our puggies and also some of the rescue puggies we adopted out came with their new families. It was really great to seem them flourishing and so adored by their new people! Fun was had by all pugs and humans.
I'm starting to think my friends may be right, I really need to find a boyfriend, or I could just sit home on Saturday nights and keep making up pug animation...Pugsley doesn't seem to mind ;-)
After seeing how cool Roy the Pug's Shop looked on Cafepress.com, it inspired me to create a store of Pugsley Merchandise too. Thanks for the idea Roy!
Please visit our Pugsplace Shop for Pugsley shirts, totes, and more! All proceeds will go to the Pug Rescue Organization that I volunteer for PPRA (Precious Pugs Rescue and Adoption) We are a network of all volunteer pug lovers who help neglected, abandoned pugs get the medical care they need, learn how to trust humans again, and ultimately get placed in their new "Forever Home".
This was so cute, I had to share! Here is one of the puggies we have in our foster care - - can you believe somebody no longer wanted this puglet? I'm sure we will be able to find her a wonderful forever home where she will be adored...
Foster mom Robyn said this is how Squeak likes to sleep, she is a total spaz!!
When you work in animal rescue like me, you hear about some heartbreaking things that can really test your faith in humanity. One of our Pug Rescue volunteers has been trying to work with a family who wants to put their puggie down b/c the poor little guy has a lot of things wrong with him but they say they can’t afford it. Our volunteer Robyn, has been working with the families vet to try to get them to surrender him to our Pug Rescue. Please, Please say some prayers for Lucky!!
Here is the email I got from Robyn:
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Lucky is 9. He passes out occasionally which is why she brought him in. They don't have any money whatsoever to care for the dog. His teeth are completly brown, he leaks urine, and the Vet Tech said that she has never seen his tail curled. She said he is very depressed. Sweet quiet boy.
The owner called me and asked me for financial help for the tests (she wouldn't even pay 13.00 for antibiotics) I told her about us and in a nutshell that we can give him all the help he needs. She said she would only give this dog up to heaven (meaning euthanize him) it was her Moms dog and she won't give him away. I pleaded with her to use me as a last resort and not euthanasia. She said she'd give it some thought. (despite the fact the dog is suffering. Among other problems she also has a lhaso apso with a skin disorder so bad it is chewing off its flesh and has bone exposed AND is bleeding all over the place. - but she can't afford a scraping.)
If she calls and arranges euthanasia the vet is going to call me and tell me what time so I can be there. But if she says that’s what she wants then they cannot even sneak me the dog or my Dr. could lose his license. UGH! Euthanasia is 45.00 at the vet. So here’s hoping they cannot afford that and just sign over the dog. Apparently the father is going to reason with her. The office is so upset. They want to help me get the pug (Lucky - sigh - what a name) They are calling the father and keeping me posted. This has been ongoing for quite some time. Since the vet has not seen the other dog they can't intervene and breech client privacy rights by calling someone. AAAAgh!
Please send some prayers out for Lucky that his owners surrender him to us and do not put him down!!! What is wrong with People???????????
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So, I recently learned how to animate images in Adobe Photoshop. Just what I needed, yet another medium to showcase Pugsley's adventures, LOL!
Cybertoad, this one is for you ;-)
It has been brought to my attention that his royal highness, "Sir Pugsley a Gallant Gent" (his AKC given name) has been a very busy little sausage and hard to find on his pug cams.
Since I know my little guy best, I am posting a schedule of the times he can "usually" be seen on his pugcams. Granted, he does like to march to the beat of his own drum, this pug. But generally speaking, if you want to see him on his pugcams, please follow this viewing schedule for EST.
Pug Cam 2 - 8:00am - 11:30am
Pug Cam 1 - 11:30 am - 2:00pm
Pug Cam 1 - 4:00pm - 10:00pm
it's anyone's guess...
Happy Pug Viewing!
This is one of my favorite pics of my boy - he won an honorable mention in a pet photo contest for this shot!
Note that this is an older pic of Pugsley, he is a lot older now and his face a little more grey but no less handsome and dapper. I tell him it makes him more distinguished looking like say, George Clooney!
Now that I have my digital camera working again, I promise more current pics of Pugsley very soon!