673 days ago
These are the pugs in their sunny spot. Olive, on the left, has IBS. Her bowels explode whenever her GI tract experiences the slightest bit of pressure. This usually happens at night. In the middle of the night. On our bed. It’s happened maybe ten times. Why do we let her sleep on our bed? She’s my baby girl, I love her. Besides, where else should she sleep? In a crate where she would explode just the same, and probably have to sit in her own feces until the explosion is detected by her sleeping family? I would still have to clean-up the mess; change her bedding, let her outside and soothe her sweet little soul, so I don’t really see the point in putting her in a crate.
The midnight explosions are actually happening a lot less because we are taking Olive on later walks, and we are sleeping on high alert. Any sort of pug movement alarms my husband to scurry and stumble out of bed to rush her outside. Somehow, it’s worked-out that my husband assumes pug duty, probably because I’m on high alert kid duty. I’m the one who answers to middle of the night panic attacks for lost toys, cover adjustments and dehydration emergencies.
Anyway, there are no words for the love and joy the pugs bring to our family. We’ll work through the midnight shit explosions. Anything for our girls.