I Adopted a Furry Piranha
“Get a puppy,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said.
I was mourning the loss of two ancient pugs in just over two years. This happened to be a not unexpected consequence of adopting ancient pugs in the first place. Feeling a bit tender in the heart area and acknowledging that my Boston Terrier was slowly creeping into the geriatric territory himself, I emailed Pugnation LA and asked if they could let me know when a younger dog came in. I immediately received a response of an adorable little fawn puppy who (I thought) would be just perfect. My husband said no. About a month later, I get another email and it’s this nine-week-old brindle pug puppy and I need him. I email Gwenn back and say “I’m coming for him”. She asks if she’s going to cause a divorce but I don’t care.
Wallace was tiny and dainty and everything that my broken heart needed. He was only seven pounds and I could hold him up in one hand. Everyone in the airport wanted to meet him and get sweet little puppy kisses. The plane ride home was uneventful and I was delighted to bring home a little brother to my two other furry children. Passing through customs, the officer asked if I had proof that he was too young for his rabies shots. I unzipped the flap of his travel carrier and his tiny wrinkly head poked out and he tried to jump out at the officer for more cuddles. Laughing, the officer patted the puppy on the…
