My name is Ellie and my mom is friends with Moby’s foster mom, Emily. They work together at Great Plains SPCA. She has loved keeping up with Moby and learning about you too! In fact, she says you remind her of me because we are both elder-dogs who look kinda grumpy (her words, not mine!). I’ve attached my photo, so you can be the judge. Well, looks like I’m being kind of wordy too, but my question to you is, what occupies your mind all day? You look like you are a wise dog with deep thoughts – what’s going on in that Boney brain?
First off, let me say that you look very pretty in your scarf and not grumpy at all. I think sometimes our moms get jealous of how wise we look and in turn, make believe that we are grumpy. I guess it’s just a cross that we, beautiful and handsome squishy face elder dogs, have to bear.
So, what does this handsome wise pug think about all day long? Well, I think about a lot of things.
Sometimes I wonder why I wasn’t enough Pug for mom and dad and why they felt like we needed to adopt Moby.
Sometimes I think about how lucky I am that mom and dad adopted Moby, because he really does keep me entertained during the day with all of his moaning and groaning and repositioning. Perhaps with age he’ll realize that if he just doesn’t move, the day goes a lot faster.
Sometimes I think about how the world would be so much better if everyone had a Pug. Pugs are excellent cuddlers, but we still know how to scold in a loving “woo-woo-woo” way. My grandma realized how important it is to have a Pug in your life, which is why, when she realized that dad wasn’t going to give me up, she’d have to get one of her own.
Sometimes I think about all the treats and how far out of my reach they are and if I could only teach Moby to get them for me…
Sometimes I think about which bed is going to be the most comfortable on any given day. I usually lay in the same place every day, but some days you just have to mix it up, you know?
Sometimes I think that maybe I smell. Like when it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my Aunt Betsy and something just doesn’t quite smell right? I don’t always know if it’s me or Moby. I guess it’s probably Moby because Pugs always smell good (and have good breath).
I guess I think about a lot of different stuff. I don’t have too much to really worry about though. I have a good home, loving parents and a “little” brother that I can tease. All in all, I guess I think about the love that surrounds me.