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What a weekend! There was a flooded basement to contend with from all the rain here in the Northeast, a houseful of dogs, 2 CURS (Canine Underground Railroad runs) --- and I whipped up a rather tasty roast beef dinner on Sunday for the entire family…the secret is to add garlic cloves and some port wine to the roasting pan, makes a really nice gravy.
We had some 4 legged guests this weekend. Two displaced pugs from NJ whose owner recently passed away. Very sad. I served as a temporary foster home until Sunday morning when I drove them out to meet another volunteer (thanks Sam!) who helped transport them to their new foster mom to keep until they are adopted. Talk about exhausting, taking care of 3 pugs at once. Three times to go out, three times to feed, three times the attention..
Pugsley was very disgruntled at the prospect of sharing me with 2 other pugs on Mothers Day weekend. Note the forelorned desperado expression on his face as he lay chin resting in disgust at the weekend happenings.
I had to sit Pugsley down and have a "talk" with him -- to explain that not all pugs have it as good as he does and that we have to help the less fortunate pugs of the world, whenever we can. He seemed to understand. The raw carrots and Scooby snacks I kept slipping him on the side probably didn't hurt.
The first thing I had to do was to destench the pair. Based on their foul smell and the filthy water in the tub, I'm guessing these pugs hadn't been bathed in a really long time. No matter. I gave them the royal spa treatment. Warm tub with Pugsley's oatmeal shampoo. Towel drying and wrinkle Q-tiping followed by a blow dry..Both pugs loved their baths! The water and oatmeal must have felt good and soothing on their itchy grimey little bodies..
Petey, the big black boy who I've been calling the Big Mac-Daddy Pug was quite the character. He must weigh close to 50 lbs, looking like he could be part pot-bellied pig, part pug. Petey was very insistant on belly rubs, he kept pushing my baby gates down with his burly body and demanding the BR's. His favorite thing to do here was stare at himself in the mirror... I think his previous house must have had mirrors -- either that or he felt he was just so handsome that he couldn't help himself!
Once cleaned and tucked into the playpen that I use for pug company, the two were all shined up and sleepy. They must have had a rough day, riding car to car, place to place, into and out of the caring hands of our volunteer pug lovers. I'm sure it was very confusing for them and I had to do some reassuring when a couple little sad whimpers escaped into the night. For the most part though, they were very quiet and well behaved. Just content to be in a safe warn place cuddled up next to each other..
When they finally crashed, the pugs were snoring away curled up in little balls -- or in Petey's case, curled up in a big ball. What a portly fellow! Pugsley was not sad to say goodbye to them this morning, but I was :(
You always feel like you wish you could do more.
Happy Mothers Day to all the human and pet moms!