I know that whatever goes up must come down and this is particularly true for a pug on Monday mornings. The Mamas and the Papas got it right in their Monday, Monday lyrics.
I don’t think there is an easy way down when a weekend has been so filled with love, attention, outings, and quality time. This was such a weekend…perfect weather and an inordinate amount of time with Mom. I felt reborn, completely hers, wrapped in the cashmere of her love, and then came the Monday morning reality check.
Lizzard doesn’t feel it because she is so amoeba-like in her wiring…as long as she is fed and curled up someplace warm and soft, she is happy. I, however, have much more refined and patrician needs. I am cursed with such sensitivity that, like the fabled princess who slept on a hundred mattresses covering a pea and suffered from the painful lump, I awake suffering from the pain of Monday morning.
Not to belabor this metaphor, I must move on and find the strength to make it through today. Knowing that Mom is suffering from the same pangs while at work is small comfort for me. I guess I’ll take my cue from Lizzard and snooze until the workday has ended.
Respectfully submitted,
Mason
A portrait of a pug in pain as he struggles to escape into sleep.
A Pug’s Voice – The Next Generation 
Oh, dear Mason, we know your pain. We’re pretty spoiled since our Mom works nights, she’s home with us all day (often asleep in bed with us all snuggled around her). And then when she goes to that place called “work”, we go back to bed and sleep with our Dad all night! But there are times when they both feel it necessary to leave us, and that’s just not right. Don’t they know that pugs should be with their parents ALL day, EVERY day? Isn’t there some law that states this? If not, there should be!