My Motherrr has Pugs. Not my cup of tea, but they are kinda cute. They make her happy. She loves to write about their ‘adventures’ as I love to write about the DappleDuo.
She wrote this in a Pug forum …
“Tonight I started and finished a death to mice project in the kitchen. Mice are disgusting and destructive and the only none use for a snake. But lacking a snake, I pulled the storage unit, let Mallory the Steam Cat in for a quick look and started a disgusting job. Finished with varnishing the storage space and caulking any runways. Then off to throw everything in the washer. I looked down the hall. Princess was helplessly intangled in a WM grocery sack. Yes, she had been dumpster diving for left over food, but she was tangled up and couldn’t get free. And she was coming to me for help. No yelps, no complaints, blind and partially deaf. She was tracking me in the sure belief that I would help. I have often said that Princess is a better pug than I am a human. No one talks much about courage in these small animals, but they have courage in spades.
A word about Atoka, who was born without useful eyes, used as a breeding dog, taken by a small vibrant rescue, sent to a larger rescue and washed ashore here. He has no way to see me and has the good heart not to judge me. He spends his day helping around the house and resting his head on my feet. They are a unique breed, no wonder they saved a king.”
I mentioned that little dogs are brave beyond the reach of their little legs. Dogs tend to reflect on us as a mirror. They show us our hearts in their eyes … even if they don’t physically have them.
Her reply was …
“When you took the DD to see the B17, I commented on how cute they were surging forward like inchworms straining against their leash. Standing under an alert rescue helo, they didn’t break a sweat. Having dragged them away as they terrorized the luckless white boxer bitch visiting the aircraft, we took them to grass to refresh themselves, and they limped to the car with terrible thorns. Like any good person, I picked goat head thorns from them under their protest, and without as much as tah-tah to me, they lept into the back seat of the car to wave to their passing fans. Family dogs reflect the courage I rarely see in humans unless I am watching Beau Geste. One of your dogs came from a cash smart byb, the other was thrown over a vet’s office wall by children and was never reclaimed. Fortunately for both of the DD, they claimed your heart and stayed the course. I guess tonight, and every night, I am glad to know them all. Even Mandy, who frightens me.”
I kinda sorta hope that I am as brave as the Dapple Duo … who did stand and watch a helicopter prepare for flight and swoop around them within 500 feet. Never batted an eye. Like the old saying goes … I also hope that I am the person my dog thinks I am