Pug Hollow is a companion animal sanctuary devoted to helping terminal, critical care, and long term care small dogs live out their lives in peace, happiness and luxury.
Happy Father’s Day to the Pop, our Pod Person, and Patriarch of the Pug Hollow Horde.
Whenever people ask me “How does your father deal with you”, I ask in return, “where do you think I got it?”
Forget the dogs... beware the human.
There are days that I swear someone is going to get bit at the Sanctuary, and it’s not going to be by one of the dogs.
We had a problem with our breaker panel today, and had to have an
electrician out on an emergency call. Our usual electricians (who are
FANTASTIC) weren’t sure they could make it out, and so we went with a
random other electrician.
He arrived quickly and got us back up and running which was wonderful.
What was not wonderful was his attitude, and his decision to be a
condescending jack-wagon. He took the opportunity to attempt to lecture
me in an overly familiar manner about everything from how to care for
the dogs (I should have just put them outside in cages in 90+ degree
weather rather than using the cool air from the crawlspace to keep the
more vulnerable ones at a temperature that won’t kill them), to the fact
that we just needed to get rid of them because they’d wreck the house
and make us sick.
At that point he was told that while I
appreciated him coming out and getting us fixed up, I didn’t have any
use for his opinion, and the only other thing I needed from him was the
Once he was gone, I made sure to close and lock the gate behind him. I’m all peopled out for the weekend.
Cubby has a truly Fabulous Ears Friday for us!
The Human Scribe had a migraine. To keep the Horde quiet The Other Human laid down too.
Marge got in trouble for tiffing with Fizz. She is unrepentant.
Marge’s Silly Saturday. I went into the kitchen and heard Speedy
whining and fussing behind me. I finish loading the dishwasher as his
fuss gets more frantic, and head back into the kitchen to see… Marge had given Speedy a flat tire. I think it’s payback from all the times he aggressively bathed her at night.
Today, with a great deal of love, our vet assisted us in letting Byron
go. His arthritis had progressed past the point of pain management and
it was time. He is lounging, pain free, on the porch at the Hollow
beyond the Bridge.
I am the subject of Faith’s intense stare. Should I be worried….? :P
Thanks to our awesome followers we are almost (if not entirely) to our goal of food for the month! You guys ROCK. (Feel free to keep donating though… the dogs will eat it, and it frees up funds for other things like shots and dentals.)