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Sabrina here to set the record straight.
I’m sure you read Poppy’s rant yesterday about house rules and how she’s “being taken advantage of”.
If you haven’t read it, here it is.
I’ll give Poppy some credit; she really has matured into a nice pug, one that can be taken out into public without too much worry of embarrassment. Most of the time. The enforcement of house rules has helped mold her into the pug she is today.
One big house rule has been created to make sure each pug (and other dog too) in the house can know with confidence that they can eat their food without interference. Remember, we often have foster dogs staying over. It is important to teach and reinforce respect for one another.
My bowl is my own. Regardless of how long it takes to eat my fill. If I wish to spend all morning picking at my breakfast, that is MY business. When I’m done and walk away from my dish, it is fair game. That is the rule. But until I walk away, it is my dish. Don’t touch.
On the day in question, mum had given me the wrong bowl when she went to feed me. My bowl is shallow and rounded on the bottom. The dish she grabbed had sides that went straight down to a flat bottom.
I ate what I could from this inferior bowl but left a ring of kibble at the bottom where I couldn’t get my face into. I knew if I sat long enough, mum would figure it out and fix it for me. She can be a bit slow sometimes, but she is always looking out for me.
In the meantime, Poppy had to get all anxious and greedy. For the record, we are fed the same amount of food. There is no reason for her to need any of my portion. Ever.
Finally mum noticed something was up. She immediately rectified the situation by pouring the remainder of the kibble into a more suitable bowl (that just happened to be the one Poppy had been eating out of) and let me finish my breakfast. Let me repeat, MY breakfast.
I think sometimes I get a bad rep around here of being a wild and crazy pup with no respect for the rules. I say that is totally unfounded! Well, mostly at least.
I have learned my manners, I follow the rules of the house, I always go out of my way to make friends with new fosters that come in the house and I don’t chase the cat unlike some pugs who remain nameless (Sabrina). I’ve even proven myself trust worthy enough that I get to go to Pugfest this year.
Say it with me… P-U-G-F-E-S-T!
Anyway, I have been really making an effort to be a good pug and I feel my efforts are being taken advantage of.
Let me give you an example.
Yesterday morning Sabrina and I were fed our breakfast. Late. This is a common occurrence in the morning, but I take it in stride. You know? The rule is Sabrina and I have to sit in the living room while mum plays the “how long can I tease the dogs for” game. For this game, we have to sit still and wait for her give the ok before we can rush to our bowls of food which have been placed on the floor.
After what feels like a year she finally gives us the go ahead to eat. As I am starved from being without food for over 12 hours I go and chow down. No messing around when it come to breakfast. The faster the food gets in my belly, the better it is for everyone.
Of course Sabrina has to think about eating and then daintily pick each kibble out of the bowl, drop it on the floor and thoroughly examine it before eating it. And that is for every single little kibble. Have I ever mentioned she can be a little neurotic?
The second stupid rule about dinner time in our house is that no-puggy may approach another pug’s bowl until that second pug has walked away. I think Sabrina made the rule up and mum just enforces it. It’s stupid really. I mean, if you are going to donkey while eating your dinner you probably aren’t even hungry in the first place and are just eating to make sure us starving pugs (ME) can’t have any.
But I’m a good pug and I abide by the rules regardless of how stupid or unfair they are.
So this morning in question, Sabrina picks and contemplates each and every piece of kibble and then she stops and just sits there with food still in her dish. Because she is still sitting beside her dish, it doesn’t count as walking away. So I wait, and I wait. I can feel my tummy grumbling in hunger and the drool pooling in my mouth. And she just sits there looking dazed.
“Eat the darn food already!”
I could have gone and dove in, but no. I am a good pug so I just sat and cried. What else could I do?
Finally mum comes by, grabs MY dish and pours uneaten the kibble in it. YES!
And then she pushes me away and gives my dish to Sabrina who happily grunts away and finishes her meal.
Poppy and Shinobi love to wrestle together.
Love is the joy and excitement that bubbles out of me when my humans come home after being gone for a long time (or even a few minutes).
Love is snuggles with my humans, Poppy, other doggy friends or even the rare cuddle with Shinobi-kitty.
Love is a good chin scritch, which I return with palm kisses.
Love is the happiness of a trip to the dog park or a stroll around the neighbourhood.
Love is posing for pictures in random and sometimes scary places because it makes mum happy. Love is trust and knowing my humans will never allow anything bad happen to me.
Love is companionship with Poppy.
Love is all the friends I have made, both in person and through the blogging community, catching up and knowing they are loved too.
Love is Pug rescue (and other dogs too, of course); helping them out of difficult and sometimes really bad situations and watching them find love with their new forever families.
Love is food in my bowl and treat given on the sly.
Love is my family. I love them and they love me.
What does love mean to you?
During the winter months we all spend lots of time bundled on the couch. There’s usually a month or two every winter where it’s just too cold to go outside for more than a quick pee and then back inside before your toes freeze.
The couch of choice is the loveseat. The humans sit on their computers and there’s just enough room left over for Poppy and me to snuggle in between. Since Lilly’s come to live with us, the couch has gotten a little more…….. snuggly. She may THINK she’s only 15 pounds and no bigger than Poppy, but pictures don’t lie.
Amazingly we can all still fit on the little couch. Sometimes it means we have to pile on tope of each other to do it, but what’s a little Pug-pile between friends?