Always a Pug

Libby has acted like an old lady this week.
When she has quiet days, I worry.
I remember when Larry, Lauren & Jami did not want a dog,
and
I wanted a pug.
Even though the family that I grew up with
made fun of pugs and bulldogs constantly,
I secretly always wanted a Chinese Pug.
It was a few weeks after the September 11 tragedy
when Libby came to be my Pug.
Look at that face.
I cannot imagine my life without her.
Life can make your heart sing in the most surprising ways.
Love you,
Me

1 comment:

Anne Gifford said...

Libby must be a very patient dog. We tried to get a picture of Coco with our grandson's Flat Stanley and Coco would not sit still. Whe would run when it got close.