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I have a brother!
After 2 long years of mom and dad wanting to turn me into a people dog, I continued to prefer playing with other dogs over playing with them. I still don't come when they call even though they have the leash and I love going for walks. When they say "Poppy, come here" I run in the opposite direction faster than a speeding bullet, trying my hardest to get a grip on the floor so I can dart away before they know what happened. However, I eventually come back nonchalantly as if saying "you wanted something?" I've been wanting a pal for so long now. The other dogs mom and dad take care of occasionally when their parents are on vacation are either too big, too furry, or just plain don't like me. So mom and dad drove me 2.5 hours away to a shelter to meet a "bugg" but I could tell just from looking at his picture that there was NO nose wrinkle. I immediately thought, that is SO not a bugg, don't even joke about that. Anyway, we went to meet the sorta-bugg-like-thing and we went absolutely crazy wrestling with each other and running and playing tug of war and barking, etc. Sammy actually tired ME out, yeah, hard to believe! Mom and dad thought Oh My Goodness but since they drove so far they decided to take Sammy home with the hopes of calming him down. hahaha.
It turns out that Sammy and I are perfect playmates. We are about equal at tug of war. I have a stronger jaw but what Sammy lacks in strength he makes up for in persistence. Boy can that sorta-bugg-like-thing tug for a long long time. Picture Oscar the Grouch vs. Big Bird. That describes me and Sammy. My mouth takes up a large part of my face and his snout looks about like a hot dog (doesn't taste that good though). I love my new brother. We're still trying to figure out who's boss. Mom and dad still think they have a chance at it. Don't make me laugh. I might start sneezing. :)
This is Sammy's pic from Petfinder. He came from the Lycoming County SPCA (PA). More pics coming soon!
The Bug
My dad wrote a blog all about me on his MySpace and mom just HAD to share it with the canine community. I don't believe he called me a flabaphone. And I beg to differ with his description of my behind. But I agree that I am everything else he describes....and more. Woof.
I would like to take this opportunity to express my fondness for what I think is possibly the perfect pet. This animal is a relative newcomer on the scene and can only be obtained through hybridization and even then you never quite know what you'll get. It's not the liger, zonkey, or even the humanzee. This creature is known as...the bug.
No, it's not a typo. I'm referring to the dog breed which I currently own a member of. You see kids, when a boston terrier asks a pug to marry him and they decide to settle down, they wind up with a bunch of bouncing baby bugs. Mine is 20 pounds of fierce, loveability wrapped up in a muscular ball of flab. It sounds contradictory, I know. You have the athletic perkiness of a boston with the well, flabbiness of a pug. And it displays its parents' smashed in muzzle quite nicely.
But that's not all. On top of all that, a pink, upward curling tongue that rapidly darts as well as a tail that forms a tight ring shape (not unlike the ourroborros or symbol of a snake eating its own tail which represents infinity) is thrown in for good measure. You also get huge bugeyes that are way too big for the tiny size of the bughead and which face in slightly different directions in many cases. Personally, I like the vibrating snort noises that my bug makes. I find it soothing. It's like a lullaby produced by some yet to be discovered instrument-the flabaphone. I'm surprised the song "My Favorite Things" doesn't include that as one of the few of my favorite things.
The small size of the bug is convenient for car rides, lap warming, and for waste management (picking up the poop). Speaking of lapwarming, the bug is a very affectionate creature when it isn't feeling the least bit aggressive. I've found that the purchase of a motorized treadmill was an excellent investment for maintaining bug tranquility. When the bug gets worn down it makes an excellent little friend and takes on the appearance of a fat teddy bear with wrinkles.
Speaking of investments, plan on investing a small fortune in "indestructable dog toys" because your bug will go through them about as fast as a hot knife through butter. Try to picture tossing a bloated cow carcass into a river full of neglected pirana. You're now beginning to get a partial picture. The bug's natural insinct is to grab whatever it can and rapidly shake it back and forth faster than a dingo in A Cry In the Dark. The only other possible downside to the bug is the fact that about 7 days per week the bug decides to allow its butthole to be proudly displayed for all to see. I'm not really bothered by it, though. I just pretend it's something else like a hideous mystical third eye or something. Or, you can just simply blow on it to make the bug's tail perform a needed if brief act of modesty.
All in all, I give a hearty thumbs up to the loveable little devils. If any of you out there are contemplating a pet, I strongly urge you to get one of the little stinkers today.
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