Meet Pugsley
I know....He's just the ugliest little thing you've ever seen, right? Ugly in an "Oh, bless your homely little heart" kind of ugly. Ugly in a "Oh he's so ugly he's cute" kind of ugly. Ugly in a "Oh my heck, look at that thing" or even "What is that thing" kind of ugly.
But for some reason, when my dear friend comes to me and says she needs my help finding a home for this dog?! I found myself getting that "I want" tickle in the pit of my stomach. And the next thing I know my lovely friend and her hubby are dropping off this little gremlin at my house. Since then I have been unable to tear myself away from this monster, trying to figure out what it is about him that tugs at my heartstrings.
It could be that when he looks into my eyes, he can only look at me with one eye at a time. It could be that he snorts when he's eating...or running...or just sitting there looking at me with one of his big buggy soulful eyes. It could be that when he sees something he really likes, he feels the need to either mark or hump it...depending on his mood at the time. I don't really know. Maybe it's all of the above...I'm just not sure. But there is something about him. Something unique maybe? Special? Ugggh...what have I gotten myself into!
Anyway, Pugsley is on trial right now. A week trial is what I have committed to. The reasons for this are:
1) Superman is in Australia and he has no clue that I have brought home ANOTHER creature in need of rescue.
2) Cleo, our Great Dane is HUGE and I wanted to make sure that when she's with him, she doesn't mistake him for a little brown hunk of roast beef and just gobble him up in one bite and
3) I once brought home a bassett hound thinking a dog is a dog is a dog. Bless his smelly, slobbery little heart but he threw off the entire dynamic of our household. My kids hated him, Superman barely tolerated him and I grew to really resent the little beast. And I don't know how it happened because I LOVE everybody. Dogs especially. Brutus just threw our entire world into chaos and despair. (All was not lost...we found a FABULOUS home for our little brute. He is very happy. Spoiled rotten. Everytime he sees me he runs wildly into my arms, kisses me all over my face and then happily pees on my shoes.)
So, for better or for worse, Pugsley will be spending a week...or forever... in our home. I hope it's forever. The kids already seem to get a kick out of his jumping, wiggling, bug-eyed madness. Pugs and Cleo seem to have hit it off smashingly, although they are currently alone together right now. I'm scared to go home at lunch to see what they've been up to. And so far, the only forseeable problem will be Superman's reaction when I pick him up from the airport on Sunday. My HOPE is that he will take one look at our little alien and say "BABY! THAT IS THE UGLIEST DOG I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!" And his place in our home and in our hearts will be cemented forever.
