Murphy the pug

Mommy wants to know what’s up?

Mommy and I had rally class today. I wasn’t in the mood to be on. She even brought steak as a lure, but I wasn’t having it. I didn’t heel or sit well. I was all over the course. I don’t care, I wasn’t in the mood. She sighed and we pressed on.

After our turn in the long course, we sat it the grass. I thought I was going to get a lecture. I didn’t. She rolled me over and gave me the best darn belly rub. I rolled around and kissed her and she laughed.

After class we went into the humane society (we have class outside) to see all the homeless pets. I felt bad for them. Mommy got a little sad when she read each description about how each pet came into the center. “Moved, couldn’t care for, found as a stray, allergies....” the list goes on and on. Mommy fell in love with a white German Shepherd. She said if we had a yard with a fence, I’d have a bigger brother or sister. But for now, she passed each cage and told each dog not to worry, they’d find a better home.

Now I know why Mommy helps pugs. She wants them to have the best life. I think I have the best life now. If I poop on the floor, Mommy doesn’t scold me. I have a basket full of toys that have been loved lots. I eat good food and Mommy buys me gourmet treats. Each night Mommy tucks me and and says, “I love you smoosher,” and I give her a sigh. Life is good. I think I’ll give Mommy and extra kiss tonight.