Sadly, they were too big. Eden slapped the jacket on him next and that was too small. We have decided to return everything tomorrow and bring Oliver with us to ensure the fit.
Since Eden first got Oliver she has been wanting to get him some booties to wear. Yesterday I noticed that our local pet supply store had all their dog clothes marked way down, so we brought her back to check things out. I actually only saw coats and sweaters, but Eden found a little bag of booties right away, as well as a matching parka. Oliver has been needing one…apparently.
We emptied out the shopping cart full of sales clothes hunting for a parka in his size but no luck. We did score a little utility jacket, I kid you not.
We had been home about 30 seconds when Eden and Christopher were putting the booties on Oliver.
This is unprecedented.
Up until last week Oliver would not be separated from Eden.
It’s like he read her Pug List and knew “That girl belongs to me.”
We got him January 1 and rarely have they been parted. If she happened to leave him, God help the person who was dog sitting. Until we know he is trustworthy in the house, we’re keeping a very close eye on him or putting him in his kennel. Since he sounds like a tree frog being strangled when we do, we try to limit his time there to when we’re gone.
But last week something shifted. I don’t know why, if it’s that he’s starting to feel at home, but Lydia watched him on Wednesday when Eden and Christopher and I went to the museum and he and Jack slept on her bed while she studied and then Sunday I had him when everyone else was scattered hither and yon.
Pugs snore and snort. They are wonderfully ridiculous dogs. A dear friend of ours has family with pugs. His brother tells him, “You can’t believe how relaxing it is to have a snoring pug sleep against you.”
The brother is right.
Two Black Dogs
O Happy Day!
I’m sick today and recovering from a fall so this will be short.
I just wanted to let you see the face of longing fulfilled.
Here she is looking up the number for our vet to schedule Oliver’s first appointment. She spoke to the receptionist herself right up until we got to the calendar. The receptionist was impressed and touched.
Forgive the quality of the photos. There have been more than a few Mactography sessions. I know Oliver looks quite mournful here, but he’s a cheerful little guy, unless you separate him from his happy girl.