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July 8, 2011

Pug

Filed under: Uncategorized — lawsonjolly @ 5:00 am

Writing about Susie yesterday caused my memory to recall my childhood pet, Pug.  I mentioned her briefly in the previous blog, but I wanted to say more about her.

My first dog was a large St Bernard.  He was large — I was small.  He was like a pony for me.  I could ride him around the yard.  And his dog house was large enough for both of us.  I often pretended it was my hut.  The neighbors seemed scared of him and so my parents gave him to a family out in the country.

A couple of years later, I was working in my grandmother’s rose garden when this dog approached me.  She seemed friendly and so I encouraged her to come to me.  She came and as I began to stroke her, she began to lick me and show excitement.  It was like she had found me and was so glad.

The rest of the afternoon, we played together.  Later, Pug (the name I had already given her) was the topic of conversation with my parents.  They agreed I could keep her if no one in town had reported a missing dog.  My parents did not believe she was a local dog since we were a small community.  My parents assumed that Pug had been let out of a car by people wanting her to have a good home.  There had been changes in the law concerning pets in Atlanta, and as a result, many people were driving out of Atlanta to places such as Stone Mountain to release their pets.

That day in my life began a true companionship between a boy and his dog.  Pug was one of the gang in the neighborhood.  She played with us, whatever be the game.  She would chase the baseball . . . she would try to grasp the basketball . . . she knew how to hide from the cowboys when we played cowboys and Indians.  She would sleep with us in our hut when we would camp out.

She would not follow me to school after some discipline, but she was always at the bottom of the hill to meet me after school.  She was a protector.  She sensed when someone might possibly hurt me.  She could sense if it was a playful fight, or for real.  We could play “Capture the Flag” and those who would chase me knew to keep their distance or Pug would turn around as if to bite them.  She was truly the perfect dog.

Pug was a mixture of Spitz and Collie.  She was all white hair except for one brown ear.  The Spitz in her made her protective, while the Collie was the gentle and playful nature.  There came a time when life changed for her as it did for me.  In the seventh grade we moved.  It was a different environment for her.  She had more open land, woods to roam, and a creek to enjoy.   Together, we enjoyed Peachtree Creek — fishing, wading, building a dam, and just playing.  Pug enjoyed the water and would wade out and take part in whatever I was doing.

Whenever I would carry my rifle into the woods, Pug was by my side.  However, neither of us really wanted to kill any of the squirrels or rabbits — they were like friends.  There were times when I would see a rabbit sitting and I would raise my rifle to fire.  Looking down at Pug I would notice she had that look as if to say, “You are not really going to shoot him, are you?”  Of course not . . . and we would move on.

In our new town, the family business was the center of the community.  There was a large bulldog named Butch that came everyday for my dad to give him some meat scraps.  Pug would stay around the store while I was at school  A love affair emerged!  The two became inseparable.  Butch now followed Pug and me around.

Later, when I began to drive and had my own car, Pug would ride most places with me.  Butch was not allowed!  He was too large, heavy, and dirty for my car seat!  Pug began to show her age and did not have a real desire to travel in the car anymore.  Our time together was not the same.  She was older . . . I was older and began to have a social life.  But Pug was always there waiting for me to come home.

The family remodeled our house.  What had been the kitchen, became my bedroom.  The original door to the outside and back porch remained.  Pug would sleep on the porch up against the door.  In the summer, I would leave the door open so that only the screen door was between us.  In the winter when it was cold, I would often open the door, and unknown to my parents, let Pug come and sleep inside.

The day came when I left home for Texas.  Pug was always excited when I would come home for a visit.  Her age began to show, and then one day I received a letter from my folks that Pug had died.  As a young man in his twenties, my heart was broken.  Oh, there had been a separation, and my life was busy with other things, but there was still that grief.  She had been my dog . . . all those years . . . and knew me so well.  She had often allowed me to hug her neck and cry because of something I was experiencing.  I talked my troubles to her.  I shared my joys with her.  She was such a part of my life.  Even writing of her now brings both a joy and a sadness.

God blesses us with pets that become a special part of our life.  I am so thankful for my companionship with Pug . .  and the blessed memories!

I have probably gotten you to remembering that special pet.  Enjoy the memory!

Lawson

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1 Comment »

  1. Thank you Lawson for such a sweet memory. Makes me remember my childhood pet and friend socks. He was so special to me and died my freshman year in college. That was a sad phone call from home….but the memories will remain forever.

    Comment by Beverly — July 9, 2011 @ 2:19 pm | Reply


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