Dead Pug Walking — Part Deux

Since I’ve left you all hanging on the proverbial cliff with my tale of cruelty and betrayal, it behooves me to quiet your pounding hearts and offended sensibilities. Yes, this Christmas incarceration was shrouded in gothic and Machiavellian overtones, and yes, I was sorely hurt by my family’s duplicity, but remember, gentle reader, how I’ve sung the praises of Cape Cod Animal Hospital over the years. Do you honestly believe my humans would put me in harm’s way or in a situation where I would be treated poorly?

Because I am a pug who is used to receiving the lion’s share of attention, love, and food I saw no reason to believe those rewards would not be mine at the kennel. Aside from being forced to share the “matrimonial suite” with that loser Lizzie, my stay was surprisingly pleasant. We were fed at a respectable hour each morning and then let out into a large grassy inner courtyard where the four of us had private play/exercise time together.  Our living quarters were cleaned while we exercised, our bedding fluffed, and water refreshed. If we didn’t wish to watch the other “guests” have their romps in the yard, we were free to nap. But being the gregarious pug that I am, I preferred positioning myself so I could view all of the activity. The time passed so quickly that before I knew it, dinner was being served, followed by more exercise. The icing on my cake was the large cookie we were given at bedtime. This seems a very sensible and worthy practice for all pug owners, Mom.

Of course I haven’t mentioned the endless stream of visitors that yours truly received. Since I am a bit of a celebrity at this establishment, you can only imagine how many people stopped by for a chat and visit. Lizzie naturally assumed they were eager to see her but I quickly disavowed her of that notion, pointing out that no one in his or her right mind had any interest in such a foolish little creature, which caused her to cuddle even more desperately.

I would, however, prefer that Mom and Dad not be let off the hook easily, so to speak, since I wasn’t consulted about their decision to kennel me.  While it was hardly the Christmas of my fantasies, it had an element of adventure, excitement, and hospitality…much like a friendly canine B and B. Since we are, of course, preferred guests, our treatment was exemplary. What appeared grim, gothic, and forbidding was, in truth, rather pleasant for the four of us.

Cheers and respectfully submitted,


Grandma insists I include this photo of my Albuquerque cousins, Ricky and Lucy. She thinks they are adorable and I frankly don't get it, but here they are.They are Shih Tzu's so I don't see any connection to my tale. Grandma loves them and I have no say, it would appear.



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7 responses to “Dead Pug Walking — Part Deux

  1. sue

    Hello Mason it sounds like you did have a nice time but I think you should have been with your family your cousins are very cute but they are not pugs

  2. MasonPuggy, this here is your good pal Howie. I sympathize with your incarceration, since I am familiar with time outs-es and get them all the time for things other pugs around here do *looks pointedly at AnnieBee*. But I also get the impression you are looking at the kibble bowl half full rather than the kibble bowl half empty here. Exactly how big was the cooky at nighty night time? Did the prison guards slip you extra treats? May I get the address for the food storage unit at this facility?
    eagerly awaiting your reply,

    • Dear PeeMan,
      You are indeed my spiritual twin…no doubt about it. I am trying to put a more positive spin on life this year and I expect I won’t be terribly successful, but living with that idiot Lizzie has forced me to try a new direction.
      As to the cookie size, it was substantial…certainly larger than anything doled out at my “healthy living facility.” And the guards certainly did slip me the occasional treat since I am kind of a celebrity there. You can go to their website for full info and address…

      Howie, you are a prince among pugs and I consider you a true comrade in arms…

  3. Kenneled? I was kenneled once…and only once. I, myself, didn’t mind it. I got lots of attention (more than the other canines in the establishment…something about me being special ’cause mom use to work there, who cares really!) and they gave me lots of treats that I do not get at home. The only thing I did not like was sleeping on the floor on a “doggy bed” if that’s what you can call it. I missed my mom at night the most..I’m use to cuddling with her under the covers.

    I applaud you for handling the kennel situation so well. My mom said she’ll never kennel me again if she can help it….I think she missed me, too!

    Looking forward to reading more of your adventures and mishaps! Oh, and what the heck is a Shih Tzu? And people say I’m ugly! Oh well, family is family!

  4. Otis…
    Thanks so much for writing and sharing your kenneling experience. Yes, I agree…night time was the most difficult since I too enjoy and demand bed cuddling with Mom and Dad, but of course I had that annoying little Lizzard for body warmth. I’ve always enjoyed excessive attention at this particular facility so I honestly didn’t mind it. The treats were generous and frequent – a bonus for a man-pug such as myself.
    About the Shih Tzu’s…I don’t get it either.
    Best regards,

  5. Lexie, Chloe & Coco's Mom

    Oh Mason, you are such a brave pug for looking for, and finding, the “positive” in the unfortunate situation in which you were placed. To be kenneled at Christmas…it sounds a bit like a Lifetime movie, happy ending and all!
    Anyway, I’m glad you survived the tale and even got cookies out of it! You are quite the trooper!
    Oh, and I have to admit, your cousins are pretty cute! My girls, on the other hand, are shaking their little heads and reminding me that no one is cuter or more handsome than YOU!

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