Jackson is the pug in my background pic. This is his story. Submitted to the PRONC newsletter by my wife.
(To our new friends, mother & daughter)
An open letter to Konnie & Connie:
A few weeks ago I received a phone call from a “friend of a friend” who knew of people who were desperately trying to find a home for their pug. Being the impulsive pug lover I am, I told them to have those folks call me and I would try to help them.
Within 2 hours, I had a call from you. In a calm and emotional way you told me how you had moved here from New Orleans, having lost everything to Katrina. After being here for a short time, you had gone to a pet store and saw “Jackson”, a cute adorable pug puppy that you both could not resist. You told me you knew you shouldn’t have done it but you just needed some joy at the time.
After a few calls, we met and you tearfully surrendered your “son” to us - Jackson, a 2 year old fawn pug, who you adored. You were going back to New Orleans and the situation was such that you could not take him with you. More than once, through tears, you said to me, “I could never stand anyone hitting him”. Oh, how that touched my heart, you guys really, really loved this boy and you were giving us a gift of trust when you allowed us to take him that night. I felt as though we were taking part in an “open adoption”, always referring to a human child,. that I have read so often about but
David and I were thrilled to meet Jackson and happily took him to our home that night. However, it did turn out to be a challenge. I laughingly tell people that Jackson was God’s test to us as to whether or not we REALLY love all pugs!!!! He panted and panted, huffed and puffed, humped and humped…what in the world had we gotten ourselves into? His anxiety level was incredible. Our other 3 pugs were like “where in the world did THAT come from and can you please take him back??!!!
We loved Jackson in spite of himself. After consulting with our vet, we decided it would be best to board him for a few days so he could calm down for his neuter. Maybe when he came back home he would be calmer? Whoops, guess not. He came home, minus the family jewels, and still huffed and puffed.
BUT THEN, maybe 2 weeks later, one glorious day, he stopped huffing and puffing, stopped being so anxious, and settled in as one of the pack.
One evening my granddaughter said to me, “Grandma, you are hero to these dogs”. In her eyes Grandpa and I give homes to dogs that need them. To my family, David and I are kind of crazy but we do have “big hearts” they say. My sister says, “When the Bible says to be fruitful and multiply, it did not mean ‘pugs’”
Why did we agree to take Jackson? To be heroes? To add to our insanity? No, we took him because you boy needed a good home and you needed peace of mind in this crazy world that had offered you so much pain. We love pugs, and we love people.
Jackson has fit very well into our home. Yes, the adjustment was a challenge but oh how we love him now!! No, he has NEVER been hit. He will never know a moment of abuse at our hands. I promised you we would love him forever…..not a hard thing to do when one loves pugs as we do.
Thank you for the gift of your furkid. May God bless you both as you start life over in New Orleans, knowing that your beloved pug is living in a Pug Palace in Georgia, loved and cherished.
Love,
Ellen & David
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