Sunday, December 9, 2007

Pug Pillows


My Lulu squirmed her way onto the couch, into the cushions, reveling in the warmth. Before we could snuggle, however, a horse appeared on the tv and she flew away.

Isabella is very good company on a chilly night. She is always ready for a good warming cuddle. She is a wonderful, loving presence in my lap.

As I was pondering Heather's loss and the experiences she and Ruby must be having with the new girl in town, and remembering that Heather and I agree that it is important for dogs to "say" (or sniff?) goodbye to a fallen packmate, I wondered whether Heather had kept Lulu, or buried her, or burned her body.

Cremation seems so wasteful, don't you think? Such a beautiful creature who lived her life in love and luxury would make an incredible plush toy! We could sew one of those cans that low like a cow, so that she could grumble with realism whenever Heather gives her little body a good rocking.

My favorite plush toy was a stuffed koala bear. Its fur was so soft, and snuggly, I would feel safe in my bed at night only I clutched my teddy bear tightly.

Doesn't it make sense that, instead of ditching the livestock just as it's ready to start paying off, we make a few adjustments to raise the value?

All pugs will eventually slip into uncomfortable old age, and no matter how dearly we care for them they will, one day, die. Just when we come to believe that we would find life unbearable without them, they are gone.

Or...are they?

Why stress out yourself, your relationship, your home, by introducing a new animal? Your pug hadn't peed the carpet since you'd last had the floors done over...why chance it? You had to move all the furniture, and the dust was everywhere, and there was no place to sit down for weeks.

Oh, Susan.

We could sew an optional heating pad under the skin. (Oh, you do know how to sew, don't you?) and conceal the plug, well, it should be obvious.

Or, heck, in a few more years if Heather saves all of the skins, she'll have a uniquely marvelous coat or bead throw.

MMMMmmmm.

I wish I had a nice Francesca and Bessie Boo blanket to cuddle under right now.

I'd settle for a nice pair of boxer gloves.