How To Build a Rescue Grumble – II

Chapter 2 – Itsy-bitsy Mitzee Perhaps the most difficult aspect of pet ownership is facing the inevitable end. For some pets, it comes early and unexpected—like Jem—for which we’re never prepared. For others, it comes after many years. And even though we may see it coming and do our best to be ready, it’s still a trying time. But I’ve come to believe that our pets rely on us to make the right decision when the time comes. No one wants to see an old friend suffer needlessly. So it was, in 2014, that our lovable old Chiweenie, Wendy, crossed the rainbow bridge after a long life—probably 14 [Read more...]

How to Build a Rescue Grumble – I

Chapter 1 - A Home for Farah In March of 2013 our only family pet was Wendy—an elderly, adorable Chiweenie whom we adopted several years earlier. Knowing my love of pugs, a volunteer for DFW Pug Rescue Club of Texas, Leslie Matthews, called me. She said she was fostering a pug that she was sure I’d fall in love with. We arranged a meeting time at my house the following Saturday. Leslie arrived in company with her husband Durrell, who was holding a worried looking pug in his arms. For me, it was love at first sight. For Farah, it probably seemed like another change of venue in the life [Read more...]

The Plural of Pug

A “parliament” of owls; a “murder” of crows; and… A “grumble” of pugs. I don’t know how many breeds of dogs have their very own collective noun, but pugs do. Its origins are somewhat apocryphal, but one explanation that has some credence is that it stems from the Dutch word for pug, mopshond, which loosely translates as “grumble dog.” I’ve met a lot of pugs in the last three years—since I became a volunteer for DFW Pug Rescue Club of Texas—and I can tell you, I’ve never heard a pug grumble. Snort, sneeze, bark, yap, snore, all that and more, but never a grumble. So I don’t know why or [Read more...]

I Love Books

I’m what is usually called a “voracious” reader. One of my earliest recollections of reading a book on my own was when I read “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” in one day—one sitting to be more accurate. I was about 10 years old at the time. I still have that book, and I’ve read it many more times since then. I also have its companion, “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.” They’re beautiful illustrated editions, published in 1923, which are among the many books I’ve inherited from my grandmother and mother. I wish I’d kept a life-list of all the books I’ve read; I’m sure it runs into the [Read more...]