So you’ve undoubtedly seen the pics on my sidebar of the gang of pugs. We used to have four and then our beloved 13 year old pug Biggles passed away last November. The current lineup includes Xiu Xiu and Pancho & Lefty. Seven year old males from the same litter.
Yes, we’re crazy.
I went out and got a copy of Milo & Otis. It’s a classic in pug circles. When it’s mentioned, pug aficionados smile, nod, and give that knowing look. It chronicles the adventures of a pug and a cat. It’s led many humans to be owned by pugs and it sure did the trick for me. Hubby and I watched on Friday night and Saturday morning we were at the pet shop. That pug tilty head thing was too much for him. He couldn’t deny it or me. Mission accomplished!
|Wing Commander Biggles|
I carried a doggie “diaper bag” which included toys, extra water and treats, wipes, plastic poop bags, etc. We had birthday parties complete with party hats. For us and the dogs. I’d show you the pictures, but I can’t have that floating around the internet in case
I ever come to my senses. I’ll just put this out there: Even if your dogs really love those carrot flavored Nylabones, don’t make them a carrot cake and then feed it to them. The resulting intestinal nightmare is not worth it. Yeah, I know you’d know better. But sometimes we let our good intentions get in the way. Oh, okay, our stupidity. Is that what you want me to say? Stupidity!
Pugs love their humans, but Biggs’s humans had day jobs, so he needed a friend. Enter Empress Xiu Xiu Wu. I’m not sure if they were husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, brother/sister, or just good buds. But they were a little unit. When my contractions started with my first son and I was off to the hospital wincing in pain, the Hubby was at the door begging me to hurry up before my water broke and where was I? I was hugging and kissing the pugs “Mommy will be back in a few days with your new brother or sister. Ow! Mommy will miss you…..Oh SHIT, OW!…Mommy LOVES you……..”
|Empress Xiu Xiu Wu|
His name was Pukka and we named him Puck. Puck died at 11 months old of Pug Dog Encephalitis. Didn’t mean to go all Debbie Downer on ya. But I will say that I think little Puck showed up to help me through a tough time and when his mission was accomplished, off he went.
We named them Pancho & Lefty – after the Townes van Zandt song made famous by Willie Nelson. They really live up to the name. They’re little curly tailed outlaws. Was it ill-advised to get two male puppies from the same litter? Of freaking COURSE! But we love them soooo much. Even though they’ve peed and shit all over our house, make it almost impossible to pay attention to any one of them, since they end up fighting and growling and have to be pulled apart, and Pancho should actually be renamed Houdini, because he is an escape artist. We got really tired of chasing him down the street, getting phone calls from the bar across the street where he would end up (that’s my dog, alright. I’d run to the nearest bar too) and since we have Mexican neighbors, I was a little worried about having to shout at the top of my lungs “Paaaannnccchhooo!!!!! Pancho, get over here NOW!”
We tried the double collar/leash set up with Pancho & Lefty, but they kept getting tangled up. We attempted to take them out in shifts, but whomever had to wait inside, was doing their doody inside while the others were doing theirs outside.
You wouldn’t believe how much shit three 18 pound dogs can produce.
Shitpail Barkishnikov: Pug Ballet
Photo cLinda Roy
I think their little piece of real estate has had a profound spiritual influence on them. They started doing these crazy little “formations” as they defecate. Graceful, little ballet moves even. There’s one where they actually form a yin yang. Have you heard about the elderly couple who’s pooch spells out words on their grass in poop? Something to aspire to. Perhaps proverbs. You never know.
One must learn from one’s mistakes.