Monday, November 30, 2015
Rest in Peace My Pug
When John and I were dating, he told me after he graduated he wanted to get a dog. I am not a dog person. We were engaged at this point so I knew, that what ever dog he got would eventually be my dog too. So my mom decided to help me out and (after talking with John, because pets are never good surprise presents,) she bought him a pug for his college graduation present. I did LOTS of breed research and read that pugs make good apartment dogs, they don't bark at just every little thing, they don't require lots of exercise and once they reach adulthood they sleep a lot. These were all desirable qualities. The negatives of pugs is they shed ALOT (and why we went with the fawn color) and they snore like a chainsaw.
So, I went out and picked Ripley from the litter and I was home in Houston that summer between classes. I potty trained him and took him to puppy classes. He used to be so darling, he'd run outside and pick up a magnolia leaf as big as he was. The leaf would flip up and cover his eyes and he'd freeze in a panic and start whimpering. This process was repeated over and over. By the time he was potty trained, it was time for me to go back to school, so I took him to Dallas where John was living and working. They immediately became best friends.
John and his buddy. By this point I had installed a NO dogs on the sofa rule, because he loved nothing better to get up on the cushions and dig himself a comfy spot. John liked to spoil him and declared that when he was in his lap, he wasn't technically on the sofa. He was a smart dog, and learned the difference.
Ripley's first toy was Miss Piggy. The lady who we bought him from said he got attached to Miss Piggy from birth. She normally didn't send dogs home with toys, but she said they were inseparable. Eventually Miss Piggy got torn apart but she was replaced with Stanley the Octopus. Ripley went through at least 4 Stanley's. He also had a rope that was a favorite toy. And then there was the duck. The duck was his last favorite stuffy to get attached to. Jackie had bought it for John's sister, Dana's classroom. It was sitting on the counter for the next time Dana came by. Ripley saw it and started whimpering. And would not stop. Tom, put the duck in the closet. Ripley stood outside the closet and barked until they relented and gave it to him. The stuffed duck was as big as he was, but that didn't stop him. He drug that thing around everywhere. He'd sleep with it in his mouth. He's the only dog that I know that loved stuffed animals more than any kid. He played with stuffies until he was probably 11 which is pretty old for dogs!