Hi everyone, Wil's Mom here. Today I am using Wilma's blog to write an open letter to her. To honor her for all the joy she has brought to our lives over the past ten years. As you have surely ascertained by now, Wilma is a complex beast. I hope to pay tribute to the dog who opened our hearts to a life long love of pugs, and who continues to make us laugh and love every single day. After today's sappy, cloyingly sweet post, the real celebration begins.
My Dear Wilma,
It's hard to believe that it has been ten whole years since we learned you had exploded onto the scene. I can still remember so clearly the first time we saw you. You were the big sister. You were not ours yet. Another couple would be taking you home. You were 3 weeks old and you were the size of a mini coke can. Then we found out that your sister had a heart murmur and that she would be staying with your Momma Pollyanna. But then, your new humans came to get you and fell in love with a little Frenchie. Understandably, she was like a little bunny rabbit. That meant you would be ours. Our little devil.
We were so afraid that we wouldn't know how to care for you. All the research we did, the obedience classes(who knew it was to ensure that we obeyed you), the pug books. None of those things could ever teach us what you have over the years. To be able to love someone so deeply has enriched our lives in such an amazing way. Yes, you taught us to love you as much as you love yourself.
From the night we came to get you and you ran over and peed on Dad's foot, until just a few weeks ago when you peed inside my work shoes, you have made every day of our lives an adventure. You are such a little clown. The queen. A tyrant. You have won over everyone you have ever met. You will probably be mad at me for exposing your soft and tender side, but I need you to know how much you matter to all the people who love you.
When we got you, I was taking care of a woman in her home. The extra money I earned from that job allowed me to get you for your Dad. Well, you would come to work with me and every day you were there, you made Marion so happy. You were so gentle with her. And when you came to meet Mom's brother in his group home. You sat right on his wheel chair table and nuzzled into him. You never bothered his tubes or got rambunctious. He always lights up whenever you visit.
You are such a larger that life character. From marching down Park Road in your first parade, to being such an important part of our wedding. You shine. Even the initiation poor Brigitte had to endure when she came to live with us was a trip. It's not like she was any kind of threat to your rule. Now you guys are the best of friends. Then there is your baby Sluggo. I still can't decide whether he thinks you are his Mom or his chick. I do know that he loves you like crazy.
It has been so much fun sharing your world with all your blogging friends. If it weren't for you we never would have met such an awesome bunch of people and pups. I can't wait to continue to give you the best life possible and enjoy many more memorable moments with you. Don't ever change Wilma. You are the best! Happy Birthday my baby girl.
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