Today I give thanks for rescue. For those that rescue, foster, transport, donate, fundraise, love, cry, and laugh for these little guys. On November 5, 2006 I adopted my first rescue Pug. Things have really changed in the 6 years since then. When I worried about number four now there are five and six. A belated Happy Gotcha Day to my man Marty and the post when I first announced him into our home on this blog:
Okay, let's talk about Marty to clarify his existence! First, yes, Marty
is indeed Carlos. He is 7 1/2 years young. Although we know very little
about his previous life, we do know he was with his last family for
only 5 months. He is the Pug that I rescued and delivered to CNY Pug
Rescue, the whole 184 mile journey thing. After I dropped him to them, I
kept in contact with them about his placement. All the homes that had
wanted an older male Pug were not interested in him. The second week he
was there, a woman was going to adopt him, but she changed her mind the
day before he was to go with her, so........ it was decided that he
should come and live with us. I know weak moment, crazy in the head, the
whole nine yards. Yes, four Pugs is a lot, but he deserves a forever
home. He has adapted very well to living with us and the girls have
adapted to him quite well too. There are the crazy moments, but that was
true even before he arrived. He sleeps in a porta-crib in my bedroom at
night and the girls get in the bed and everyone is just fine with that.
He seems to be getting a little less clingy with me. Before, everytime I
left the room he would sit by that door I went through and cry. Now I
think he realizes that I will indeed be back. We've learned a few things
about him in the past 2 1/2 weeks he has been with us.... he is
wonderful with potty outside, he does NOT mark in the house, he runs in
from potty like the devil is after him for a treat, he snores horrible,
when he coughs he sounds like a human, he had bad breath, hates garbage
trucks, and loves to play crazy with Rosie. He is home
