Let's talk about pug. I'm just going to lay down why my days are exhausted chasing after a dog that is pretty convinced he's human. I was never a dog person. I had dreamed of owning a pug because after all they are pretty cute. And maybe I could put it in a little purse and take it with me everywhere. I quickly learned better. Pug doesn't do purses
Pug was a bridal gift. Some brides get diamonds or jewelry. I got something that poops. The best gift I've ever received, but also the most exhausting and high maintence too. Boy gave it to me a few days before our wedding date and so here I am getting a wedding together with this THING all by myself! I was terrifed and even more so when he got worms the next day and what they call kennel cough. I clearly remember calling boy in tears while he was at work. The wedding came and we passed our new little family member off on some poor souls for the night with his cough medicine. Hubby works like a mad man so we did not take a honeymoon and the next day we picked up pug to start are new life.
Well this cough med he was on caused some sort of side effect and we found ourselves driving home with a diaherra dog. Oh yes ma'am we could have fueled up the car with his gas. So with the windows down and me sobbing thinking what have I done we head to home. Poor boy, he should have run for the hills. And there we started our marriage.
And now our life is so full of joy with this little guy my heart could bust.
Every once and a while boy and I get on this kick about expanding our family. No, another pug. What did you think I was talking about? We are not ready for real people yet.
So this talk will come and I dream about a little sibling for pug. And then reality hits me square on the head when he jumps into the Christmas tree, pulls credit cards out of my purse and chews on them, knocks over the trash or hops on the dining room table while we are eating.
Pug would not know what do with himself not being the center of attention and have I mentioned before that he sleeps till NOON! Yep, my dog sleeps 14 hours every night. I usually get up creep into my office and for hours never hear a peep while I work. We are blessed. On Sundays we have to get him up and so one of us will go to the laundry room physically pick him up, put him outside to pee and go back out 10 minutes later and he is sound asleep in the grass.
I think we are complete for now!
**Thank y'all for your great suggestions on the gift for hubs. I love them all. Tam you cracked me up...love it girl!