Part 1 of 3…  Melancholy Girl…    

I have been suffering, of late, from a condition that I refer to as Flurrbyitis. 

Flurrbyitis – The recurring desire to have ones RV become the home of a furry baby and all its’ toys.  The only remedy to this condition is to put oneself up for Furdoption.

When I get to feelin this way, I start thinking of Harley!  I get to missin my Boy!  He was my buddy, my pal, my ole man…

Harley was not just any Pug; he was a pug with my personality!  Funny, a bit stressed out, crazy lookin, and talked all the time… yup, me!  To tell you the story of him, I have to tell it all the way from before he and I met. 

My first pug, Oliver, was stolen right off my porch 2 years prior.  It crushed my heart when I could not find my baby, and I searched for him for a year, with no success.  We then spent another year searching for a new puppy.  When my husband mentioned an ad in the paper, I was not impressed, because my original pug was from Champion bloodlines.  My man always thought outside the box though, so I took his lead, and off we went to look.

Never did I think that I would be encountering Ollie (my first pug) in another’s face, but here we were!  Harley!  But Harley had a brother, a twin in fact, and his name was Busa!  From the moment we saw them, my husband knew I would not be capable of choosing between them.  So, he did the only thing that made sense.  While I sat on the floor in a pug pile, he ran to the nearest ATM.  My man bought both puppies when he got back, taking immediate possession of one, dubbing him Hayabusa, Busa for short.  Their names should show clearly that I love the big loud bikes, and my husband likes to go go go super fast.

It’s funny to remember our boys as the little wrinkled fatso’s that they were in the beginning.  I loved watching them doing pugtonas all over the house, snorting and circling the couch with tongues hanging out… and their sneezes are too just water, so that is my story and I am sticking to it.  If pugs sneeze on you don’t be grossed out… k?  As the boys grew older, it was easier to tell them apart, as Harley had a big fat head, and Busa always ran around with his tail uncurled… the lazy little sod.  Rather than a nice curl on the back, it always looked like a cinnamon roll half way undone, hanging off his hip. 

Harley’s face looked stressed and a bit crazy, while Busa looked high…  all the time…  For twins, these guys were polar opposites!  ADHD vs POTHEAD… Different in all ways, except one… Me! 

Wherever I was, they both needed to be.  The sun, moon, and stars rose and fell on Yours Truly, and I loved it!  When I would sit down, no matter where, these two would go into King of the Mountain mode… literally butt swinging to knock their opponent off my lap.  I became a bedtime burrito, with one fat roll on either side of me (the dogs, not mine), while I slept.

… to be continued… check back tomorrow.

Remember I said that this was a long memory. Well the pug stops here, for today. I did leave some biscuits for you all…

Admit it, you’re not really sure if these are for dogs, or for people… I’ll never tell.