Barbara has a LOVE for the special breed of dog called the PUG.
Pugs are actually little princesses covered in fur, as Barbara says,
The Pug looks at you and asks “What have you done for ME lately”
You really don’t know what life is all about until you have been owned by a PUG.
Here are a few pics of the little fur covered sausages.
UPDATE
5/1/2008
Back at the end of April, Little Leah Passed on.
It was an unexpected problem,a blockage in her windpipe that she probably had a long time and it created some complications in her breathing.
When she went under the anesthesia for testing, She passed peacefully without any pain.
She was the light of my life and we miss her very much.
Here is a final shot of Leah in the respirator befor she passed.
We Love you Leah
till next time little Bunky Butt
11/5/2010
Just a small note to let you know we lost our beloved Dixie
today. She had been diagnosed with cancer and congestive heart failure and we
opted for pain management over surgery. This morning, she made it clear to us
that it was time to go. Dale and I took her in and she went to sleep with us
all around her. Since she was a rescued pug; we don't know her actual age, but
we estimate she was between ten and thirteen years old.
She was a wonderful dog, with a very special personality. She seemed to have
a bit of an identity issue, preferring to hike her leg to pee, rather than the
more ladylike squat. Unlike other pugs, who prefer to be waited on and fanned
when the weather's warm, Dixie liked to stalk and kill birds, and when we were
not looking, she would attempt to swallow them whole. Needless to say, we did
not invest in birdfeeders in our yard- it seemed too much like the beginning
of a bad horror movie.
We referred to her as Doodlebug and our little Rough Tough Creampuff. She would
plant herself in our laps and make it known in no uncertain terms that it was
time to be petted. She especially enjoyed TV nights when we would all pile on
the couch to watch the program du jour. She would sprawl across Dale or me-
or both of us at the same time and press the button that turned her into a fifty
pound pug. Good luck trying to move her when you needed to take a potty break.
I could tell you lots of things about this wonderful little pug, but I will
save these stories for the next time we visit if you want to hear them. Bottom
line, we will miss this special little dog and take comfort in the idea that
she is now on my dad's lap being petted and spoiled.
Much love to you all and thank you for listening,
Barbara Fox and Dale Staben
2/28/2013
It is with heavy heart that I share with you the news of the passing of our pug, Dolly. She was 11 1/2 and her quality of life was rapidly diminishing. Yesterday, we made the difficult decision. Dale was with her in her final moments, which were very peaceful and loving.
She was our first pug, brought to us in the fall of 2001 by my parents as an early Christmas gift. Mom and Dad brought her up to the house with a tiny little Dolly sequestered in the folds of her coat. On the way up, they stopped at an Arts and Crafts Fair in Bosque Farms. Afraid to leave this seven week old pup alone in the car, Mom carefully hid her in her jacket, only to be mobbed like a rock star when Dolly's little pug nose poked out from her hiding place. And thus began the days of Dolly taking over the room.
As she grew, she looked up to Sheba, our black lab, and Cleopatra, one of our
rescue cats who had lost her litter of kittens due to the neglect of a previous
owner. Once Cleo saw this new, furry little bundle, she immediately appeared
to puff up with a new majesty, a sense of renewed purpose. She might have lost
her kittens, but her new mission was to raise this little bug-eyed bundle of
joy. After a few months of Cleo's mothering, Dolly would roll over on her back
and play with her toys, balanced in her front paws, much like a kitten. Cleo
also facilitated the mixed message of dissuading Dolly from "using"
the newspaper for her daily business. (After all, kitties use a little box,
right?) Poor Dolly, confused by these conflicting directives, and her human
parents, collectively not bright enough to forge a solution, continued to the
very end to seek a satisfactory solution. We eventually just stripped the carpet
out and had the concrete slab stained a lovely burnt orange. Life is a series
of compromises...
We will always remember our little Dolly with her "boom-chicky-boom" walk and a sense of entitlement a mile wide. We will remember the way she would lie on her side and lift up her little puppy "arm" so we could better scratch her belly. We will remember how rubbing her little "cheeks" would trigger what we called the "yawn mechanism." And we will smile when we remember the wagging of her little tail, with a back and forth movement that reminded us of a curly little windshield wiper.
We hope and pray that we were good parents to her and that she may feel our love wherever she goes from here, for our love for her is forever.
"Dearest Mommy and Daddy,
Thank you for taking care of me all my years. I loved the brothers and sisters
and everybody in my new home. I could never say words but I think you understood
by the gestures I did. The tail-wagging was one way I used to talk to you. You
got me! I loved Cleo and guess what she is with me. She knew I was coming yesterday
and she was waiting for me. I didn't really get the differences between cat
babies and dog babies and why Cleo kept trying to make me go poop in her nasty
box.
You were the best parents ever, Mommy and Daddy. I didn't want to go and somehow you knew it was time for me. We did communicate in our hearts, heart-to-hearts yesterday while we said bye. All the other doggies and kitties who had you as parents were there telling me to tell you they love you and miss you.
I love you and miss you and I always will. Look for me...I am closer than you
think."
All my love,
your Dolly
--
Unconditional Love
The Strongest Power
and only Solution
LEAH & DOLLY |
DIXIE |
LEAH
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DADDY & SPUD |
DOLLY |
THE NEW GIRL MISS BUDD!!
Miss Budd was found wandering the streets and is blind but she loves her new home.
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