I am absolutely fuming and have a pet peeve to discuss: pet owners who judge me because my pugs are a little… different. Sure, the pug crew cannot sit & stay (with the exception of Harley), or do any special tricks, or listen not to beg, or ride in a car in a crate, or just be content in a crate altogether, or sleep anywhere but in bed with us. I think these things make my pugs unique. I truly know that Brian and I saved them. Specialized rescues like Pug rescue, BT rescue, Airedale rescue-you all know what I’m talking about- they find homes for dogs that need not just a home but special attentions to their specific needs.
Brian and I have made some MAJOR adjustments in our lives for our dogs. Now, I think that despite their “shortcomings” (as listed above), I am a very good dog owner. I’m responsible and above all LOVE THEM more than anything. However, if I have to hear ONE MORE PERSON say “wow” with disgust when hearing some of the stories like the ones I share here, or saying “well MY dog doesn’t do blah blah blah” or “wow, that makes me grateful for my dog,” I will go postal on whoever that lucky person is. At one point recently, someone was saying what their dog could and couldn’t do, and I chimed in- of course a lot more “couldn’t do’s” for my puggies. They responded, “well, that’s why you have to train your pug.” REALLY? What do they think I’m going to say? “Training!?!? I had not thought of that!!! I thought they were born knowing how to sit, stay, and shake on command. Crazy!!! Thanks so much for the fantastic advice, I’m forever grateful.”
It takes a special person to rescue a dog with special, sometimes neurotic needs. Sophie is so Velcro-pug, insecure, neurotic, and broken from her past that she HAS to be on a lap or licking another pug. Dixie eats her own poop, but only because where she came from, she didn’t know where her next meal was coming from, if at all- for more than three years. And Harles was given away, probably because of his slight knee problems, that if anyone researched pugs before getting one, they’d know about. I would give someone one freaking thousand dollars if they could come into my house and teach Sophie and Dixie to sit or stay on command. It’s not like we haven’t tried. Duh! They just are stuck in their ways. And I am absolutely done with hearing that sort of thing. I understand that it’s gross that Dixie ate Sophie’s vomit. But ask me more about them and you’ll understand why. Or, be like one of my nicer co-workers, who acted interested and gave some suggestions. (She said that giving them pineapple as a treat makes their poop taste bad. Which is much more effective in the conversation than “eww.”) I may not be able to get them to run an obstacle course, or sleep in a crate, but I am able to keep them happy and healthy. Shouldn’t that count more than anything? Ugh. Any advice as how to handle this? Or similar experiences? I’m just sort of blunt and rude now since I’m so sick of it. When will people learn to respect others!?
We were lucky enough to be given an award by our good friends The Churchills aka Winston and Clemmie!!! Thanks guys!
This award is passed to bloggers for showing great Attitude and/or Gratitude. We are passing it on to Pearl, aka Sophie’s bff (best friend forever!), Murphy, Dixie’s bad@SS boyfriend, and Salinger, Sophie’s metro-sexual man. Thanks for being our friends! If you guys got them already, sorry! We just like you!