I don’t want people to think that Denny is the sole focus of our lives here at Denny Towers. Yes, we are devoting a lot of time and energy (& money) on the little guy’s rehab, but we are fully aware that there are other animals to be looked after here. And believe me, they are very well looked after!
I’m still making their food, which gets supplemented with a bit of kibble to ensure I don’t miss any nutrients they require. They each get a slew of supplements that rivals the human’s routine every morning. They are adored and pampered. Most importantly, they are loved and they know it.
Which begs the question: why are they always trying to escape?
The other day, as I opened the back gate to take out the recycling bin, Maggie darted out the gate and down the driveway. I immediately dropped the bin and closed the gate to prevent any other escapees whilst yelling at Maggie. She ran in front of our parked car and promptly stopped, dropped, rolled over onto her back and went rigid. I walked up to her, scooped her stiff little body up and brought her back inside the gate. Once I sat her down she went prancing back inside the house, tail up with a mischievous grin on her face.
I have no doubt she would do it again today if given the opportunity.
Does this girl not realize just how good she has it here? This was the frightened little neglected girl that PugHearts took in with rope marks around her neck. She was a skinny little thing that was so fearful she would cower whenever we approached her, flattening herself to the ground.
We fostered her for several months until the perfect home was found: it was a recently divorced woman who lived alone except for when her daughter stayed with her. She wanted a companion. Maggie would be able to go with her to work every day, so she would never be left alone. We had no doubt it was the perfect home for her.
Until about a year later when the woman called us to say that now that she had a boyfriend, Maggie couldn’t stay with her. Boyfriend was “allergic” so Maggie was being kept crated in a bedroom now that boyfriend had moved in. I went and picked her up that very day. I apologized to Maggie profusely and promised her we would find the truly perfect home for her.
A couple of months later, we found her new home. A young married couple with no kids. They had never had a pug – or even a dog – but they had a cat who had recently passed away at a very old age that they loved very much. The home visit was perfect. They fell in love with her immediately. We confirmed the match and placed Maggie, content that she was in the right place. A few weeks later we were asked by her adoptive parents if we could keep her while they went out of town for a family function. We happily agreed and took her back in for her week-long stay. The day that the couple were to return to Houston, we didn’t hear anything. I waited another day and finally called them. Didn’t they want to come collect Maggie? As it turns out, they weren’t sure. She seemed so “needy.” They didn’t know if they had made the right decision to adopt her. I told them that if they were not committed to her, then it was best to leave her with us. I did not want her someplace she wasn’t 100% wanted and I did not want to send her back with them only to have them call us in another week or 2 to come get her.
We decided that was enough. Obviously she was meant to be with us. It had nearly killed me to give her up both times before, but I was trying to do the selfless thing and give her a chance at a better life. Apparently, we were too stupid to realize that we could give her the best life.
Yes, she is needy. Good Lord, she is needy! She paws at me for attention whenever she’s near me. She curls up in my lap whenever I’m on the sofa. She lays in the back of my chair when I’m at my desk, barely leaving room for me.
She sleeps on my head at night. She is extremely demanding of my attention. And she gets it. She is jealous whenever I pay attention to the other dogs. She gets very short tempered with them and will put them in their place whenever she disapproves of their shenanigans. She’s turned into a very cranky old lady. But I love her more than I can possibly say. I am utterly devoted to her and she knows it.
So why on earth does she try to make her escape if given half a chance?????