So over at Minh's blog some of us had a random discussion on dogs. And then I was expressing my love for pugs. Here's why:
One day (god knows when), my dad did something very upsetting to me, to a point where I was pretty traumatised. So he went out, asked his friends if they had a dog they wanted to give away. Or something along those lines. He came back late at 7PM-ish. It was dark. He called me down from my room, and asked me to go to the dog cage. I didn't know what to expect because I was still a bit shocked. Then I saw this dog, with a light brown coat. I didn't see it's face. I opened the cage, picked it up, saw it's face, and I was so close to dropping the dog. I've never seen a pug before, so I thought it was kinda ugly. Then I put it back into it's cage, and went to bed.
The next day, I took it out, played with it. And I realised that it was a walking flee community. I bathed it 2 times, and no matter how hard I tried, those persistent things wouldn't die. So I called my dad at work and he told me we'd go to the vet and get some anti-flee shampoo. I remember washing it in those large rubbish bins because we had to cover it's entire body with the shampoo. Clearly its previous owners didn't do a good job.
From then onwards, I took it out every day. It followed me around like how a dog did, but it had the funniest barks ever. It also puffed quite badly, and at first I was quite concerned, but I realised it's normal for them. Anyways, we had a big garden then, so I'd run around and it'd try to follow me. I remember once I tripped and fell down, and just laid on the floor for a bit. It saw me and started licking me. It was one of my most favourite memories of it.
We used to play hide and seek. Well I tried to anyways, it just ran here and there until it eventually found me. Eventually we also had 2 more dogs then, one mix, and another pug. So we got a larger cage and taller one. Normally when I open the cage, they'd all jump out. One day I realised my favourite one couldn't. I didn't know why, so I had to carry it down. And there used to be this small drain that the dogs had to walk in order to get to the grassy patches. (We had some railings so the dogs would cross easier, else they could easily jump) However it was sometimes reluctant to cross without the railings. So we figured that it was blind. (We knew it would be a disability given it's buldging eyes, I tried to put ointment, but clearly it didn't work)
But what it lacked in sight, it gained in smell. She could smell my scent and still follow.
2 years or so passed, everything was still good. But one day, I learnt from my mom that we had to move to another city. One where I couldn't bring any of the dogs. Needless to say, I wasn't happy with moving. But I had to, and I had to give up the dogs. I hardly went back, but the next time I went back, I tried to find them, only to find that it died. Apparently it suffered from 2 miscarriages or something. And the other pug died shortly because apparently it was depressed.
And this is why I love pugs.
