About two weeks ago, Sonny the Pug – the inspiration for this Web site – was discovered by my husband unable to stand up from his favorite lounging spot atop Stinky Pillow. Poor Sonny appeared to have lost complete use of his back legs, as they hung limp and weak behind him. We watched him for a couple of hours and his condition did not improve. He just struggled to try and stand up and wined loudly when he'd fail. Naturally, this scared the bejesus out of me and the hubs. We prepared ourselves for the worse – that STP was finally just giving out.
We called the vet and I rushed him over. I carried Sonny – all 28.6 pounds of him – through the front door of the clinic. On the other side of the door, crouching down, wagging his gigantic tail was the LARGEST DOG I HAVE EVER SEEN. I think he was a boxer, but he might have had some elephant in him. Regardless, he was largest creature I've encountered outside of a zoo. Luckily, the pitiful thing was scared of his own shadow and very sweet. Otherwise when Sonny the Pug experienced a miraculous recovery and charged the 150-pound critter to show him that HE was the Alpha Dog, the enormous animal might have swallowed the pug whole. Aside from the embarrassment of having my dog be THAT ASSHOLE ANIMAL, this episode made me look like a BIG FAT LIAR.
After Sonny chased the mega-beast into a corner and made him poop on himself, the doctor was finally able to take a look at his backend. Two x-rays and $250 later we were told STP has hip displasia, which is pretty common in short, fat bulldog-types. He also has arthritis in his knees, just like his momma. In fact, we are taking the same anti-inflamitory drug, except mine costs $10 and his costs $50. (Where's the logic in that?! He's a dog and way smaller than me! Shouldn't that cost less?!)
For now, the pug continues to truck along, one wobbly grunt at a time. We know that he's a 12-year-old, toothless, obese pug with epilepsy, ear funk and bum hips, but at the same time I don't know if I have ever seen a more alive animal in my life. Rescuing Sonny has been the most expensive YET rewarding decision of my life. You can never know how much an animal can change your life, or open up your heart. If you want to see an example of this, just see my husband.
This is one of the pictures I snapped from inside the vets office. In this shot, I think you can tell that Sonny is particularly proud of himself for the degree of fear that he was able to put into that boxer. A good dog owner would probably be ashamed at such behavior and offer up some form of discipline. But really, how can you not appreciate the joy that STP is experiencing after making another animal literally shit themselves. No, there was no punishment from Momma Pug. In fact, when we left he hiked and peed on the water cooler in the waiting room just to hammer in his point. And I? Secretly thought it was pretty funny, especially considering the amount of money I just given the vet to tell us he fine.
We called the vet and I rushed him over. I carried Sonny – all 28.6 pounds of him – through the front door of the clinic. On the other side of the door, crouching down, wagging his gigantic tail was the LARGEST DOG I HAVE EVER SEEN. I think he was a boxer, but he might have had some elephant in him. Regardless, he was largest creature I've encountered outside of a zoo. Luckily, the pitiful thing was scared of his own shadow and very sweet. Otherwise when Sonny the Pug experienced a miraculous recovery and charged the 150-pound critter to show him that HE was the Alpha Dog, the enormous animal might have swallowed the pug whole. Aside from the embarrassment of having my dog be THAT ASSHOLE ANIMAL, this episode made me look like a BIG FAT LIAR.
After Sonny chased the mega-beast into a corner and made him poop on himself, the doctor was finally able to take a look at his backend. Two x-rays and $250 later we were told STP has hip displasia, which is pretty common in short, fat bulldog-types. He also has arthritis in his knees, just like his momma. In fact, we are taking the same anti-inflamitory drug, except mine costs $10 and his costs $50. (Where's the logic in that?! He's a dog and way smaller than me! Shouldn't that cost less?!)
For now, the pug continues to truck along, one wobbly grunt at a time. We know that he's a 12-year-old, toothless, obese pug with epilepsy, ear funk and bum hips, but at the same time I don't know if I have ever seen a more alive animal in my life. Rescuing Sonny has been the most expensive YET rewarding decision of my life. You can never know how much an animal can change your life, or open up your heart. If you want to see an example of this, just see my husband.
This is one of the pictures I snapped from inside the vets office. In this shot, I think you can tell that Sonny is particularly proud of himself for the degree of fear that he was able to put into that boxer. A good dog owner would probably be ashamed at such behavior and offer up some form of discipline. But really, how can you not appreciate the joy that STP is experiencing after making another animal literally shit themselves. No, there was no punishment from Momma Pug. In fact, when we left he hiked and peed on the water cooler in the waiting room just to hammer in his point. And I? Secretly thought it was pretty funny, especially considering the amount of money I just given the vet to tell us he fine.
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