This afternoon Kea and I went across the street to visit with our neighbors. Then Ike and I went next door to visit with our other neighbors. We’re lucky to have such nice neighbors, and now that the weather’s getting warmer, people are out and about more often so we’re all getting to know each other. Plus, they all have dogs too, so that makes it nice.
The kids next door love the pugs. The 5 and 11/12ths year old was asking all sorts of questions today about Ike:
Why does he have stitches on his belly?
Oh good grief I’m not about to explain neutering to a 5 and 11/12ths year old. Because his tummy hurt and he had to have an operation.
Why did it hurt?
Because he eats things he’s not supposed to.
What did he eat?
Rocks.
Man, I was cornered. I didn’t know what to say! This explanation leads to me pulling bark out of Ike’s mouth a moment later. Just because he will eat everything doesn’t mean he should, little boy.
So after a little bit of playing with the boys, Ike comes over to rest with me for a minute. Maybe because “playing” really meant the two brothers playing tug of war on Ike’s leash because they haven’t quite grasped sharing.
The 4 year old still wants to play. So I tell him:
Ike’s resting. He’s a pug, and they have little noses so he needs to rest more than your dog because it’s harder for him to breathe. He’ll be ready to play again in a minute.
Why does he have a little nose?
Because he was born that way. That’s how pugs are.
Is that why he breathes loud and funny? Because his nose is little?
Yep. And you know what else he does because his nose is little? He snores.
*At this point the 4 year old looks at me with eyes as wide as dinner plates. He takes in a huge breath.*
Well, you should hear my daddy snore. Oh, that means he’s a pug too! Daddy! You’re a snoring pug!
Bless Your Heart 