So Mom and Dad went out Saturday Night. They'll do that from time to time, and usually I'm OK with it.
This time, however, they both came home with so many different smells, it took like 15 minutes of sniffing to figure out where the h&ll they went.
I mean, they were dripping in smells. Of what you ask? OTHER DOGS!!! And Chicken Parm!!! Really?! A few of the smells I recognized. That's what really set me off. Guess who was all over Mom and Dad's clothes....
Yeah, that's right. My boyfriend Murphy, his bro, and Brigitte's crush, Duke and their Mom. I did not authorize this visit. Then I started thinking. What possible reason could they have for seeing Murphy without me. Then I remembered the unknown smells. They were not pug smells, but I definitely smelled dog. Dog and puppy. My brain was spinning out of control, I thought my head would explode. So, when they sat down on the couch, we just cut loose on them. Sniffing and licking, licking and sniffing. Until they finally told us. The reason all of these confusing smells were all over them was because of this...
Yup, they were with unknown dogs. I was not kept in the loop as it pertains to this decision, and I was not happy. Not one bit. Just when I was getting ready to pee in a shoe, they explained why. This girl right above is named Cookie. And those little ones are 2 of her 8 puppies who were going to be abandoned in an apartment in Georgia. That is until a bunch of kind people ( I'm afraid I don't know the full chain of rescue organizations that participated in this endeavor), got together to rescue them.
One of which was none other than my Murphy's Mom Sam the Patron Saint of Pug Rescue. She initially agreed to foster the whole brood, until the puppies were weaned. But all but these two ended up going to other fosters.
The rescue she is working with is Friends of Homeless Animals out of Rhode Island.
I guess it was kinda last minute that Mom and Dad offered to pick up the pups from the transporter near the New York border while Samantha prepared them a place.
From what they say, the Momma, Cookie is really sweet. A Boston Terrier mix, although the rescue claims purebred, she looks a little different. Mom couldn't stop talking about was a sweet girl and good mother she was. Either way, she said she was tempted to come straight home with them instead of taking them to Murphy's house. Then she thought better of it, knowing that I totally would not be down with sharing my humans with anyone else. Smart decision.
Cookie is only 18 months old herself. Mom hopes she finds a wonderful forever home where she never has to worry about being abandoned again. So do I. We will keep you posted. If you click on the link above, it will bring you to the page where one of the puppies is posted. They say they don't know who the Papa was, but Mom heard it was a German Shephard.
Mama Cookie. I think Mom was so "sweet" on her, get it, sweet, cookie, haha, because she reminds her of her childhood dog Muffins. Cookies, muffins, I'm hungry, talk to you later!!!