Have you ever noticed, dear reader, that when you are feeling sick enough to take a day off from work, your pug(s) is always ready, willing, and able to assist in your recovery? Pugs have an innate sense of when you are not your usual healthy energetic selves. Being highly adaptable and sensitive creatures, we quickly don our Clara Barton hats, assume the position (either in bed or on the couch), and tuck in for a day of intense cuddling and napping, with never a thought for our own needs or wants. We are truly unselfish and giving in this regard.
We know instinctively what you need during the acute phase of your illness and happily gird our little loins for the task. We can’t bring you tea, toast, or meds, but we can offer our warm furry bodies as a source of healing and comfort. Who says pugs are not working dogs? We are prepared to go the distance too; if you are still weak and need another day of recuperation, we are right there to help you in this endeavor.
Pugs are not just pretty faces…we are skilled caregivers. We don’t mind that you haven’t bathed, combed your hair, or even cleaned your teeth for several days (we actually prefer you that way). In fact, we encourage you to take as much time as you need for a full recovery.
Here’s another secret: we really love it when you are sick.
Here we are...eagerly poised to help Mom in her recovery.
I am keeping a vigilant eye on Mom from the top of the chair.
Here I am cuddling with Mom...one of my favorite activities
For those of you who know my brother, Mason, I am his sister, Lizzie. Mason is so sweet to let me write something on his blog and I only wish I had a way with words like he does. First of all, I really love my brother, parents, and grandparents. Everyone has been so nice to me since I arrived over a year ago. No pug could ever feel so welcomed or loved.
I really love cuddling, napping, riding in cars, going to the beach, and eating. I’m not so happy going to baseball games because crowds of people scare me. Little children always want to hug me but I am pretty shy so I get panicky when they approach.
I admit it, Mason, I was pretty chunky when I arrived but it wasn’t my fault, really! I know you were embarrassed but I’ve lost the weight and learned to keep up with you. You are, and always will be, the pug I follow. I’m not as clever or strong as you and that is okay because I am happy just being with you.
You’ve taught me so much…how to empty a garbage can, how to beg for and go after food, how to relieve myself in the apartment, and mostly how to soak up your wisdom. So, even though you embarrassed me when you wrote about my “accident,” I love you. You are my alpha and omega.
P.S. You can see cards and prints of us at:http://www.capecard.net/pugsonthehalfshell.html