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What a difference a little Lubbins can make.
"Lubbins" is pug language for "Lovin's", btw.
I can't believe there are people in the world who just throw their dogs away because they don't fit into their lifestyle anymore. But there are. I see it everyday.
It hurts me to know Plum was one of those dogs that somebody thought of as disposable especially after 10 years of living in the only home she ever knew with the only people she ever trusted, who one day deserted her just when she needed them most.
Sometimes she sits and stares off into space with the saddest little look on her face :( I wonder if she is thinking about them, wondering what she ever did to make them abandon her.
It makes me angry for sure. But more than anything it just makes me want to give her more Lubbins.
Probably the most rewarding gift as a dog owner who rescued versus buying from a breeder or pet store is watching the transformation that takes place.
Now granted Plum has a lot of ailments and still has a way to go with her allergies, diet and chronic ear problems but the good news is those sad looks she used to get...they happen much less frequently as time goes by.
Where her neck was once a big red bald patch of itchy sore skin, it is now a thick and full white fluffy pug mane.
When she was once locked in a cold metal cage with no interaction or warmth of any kind, she now sleeps on fluffy blankets high atop human furniture..
Most importantly she will never have to worry about anyone giving up on her again and there will always be a fresh supply of the best medicine in the world - Lubbins!