Nicknames: Buggers, Bailey Bug The Love Pug, Boo, Boo-Boo Bear, Boobie, Princess, Ol' Woman, Grey Beard, Porky, Hot Mama, Piglet, Bailey Girl, The B2 Bomber, Divalicious, Fatty and Fattylicious
Birthday: April 29th 1999
Likes: Food. Greenies. Sleep. Sun bathing. Playing catch with my "baby". Sneaking up onto the couch when mom and dad are away, Food, dirty laundry,Food, terrorizing Hercules, Food...BOL!!
Pet-Peeves: Clumsy humans who haven't the consideration to move out of the way for me (because my place IS by your feet!!), being carted around by that silly little human boy by my love wrinkles, missing out on scraps because I'm dozing, rain and Herc bugging me
Favorite Toy: My stuffed pumpkin bear...okay, I took it from that crazy human boy so it's mine now! Oh, and I love my Mr. Crab and Hercules' bed!
Favorite Food: Anything my mommy and daddy like, steak, chicken, sweet potatoes, carrots, green beans, spaghetti, lasagna - will whimper for chocolate even though mommy won't let me have any. And you can just never go wrong with a Greenie. I will fight you for those!!
Favorite Walk: Anywhere - I just love going out to strut my stuff! Of course - I kind of have deluxe riding accomodations now that I can't walk for very long! Graco rocks!
Best Tricks: Sleeping, snoring, eating, butt-spins, jumping in the pond, attacking Hercules and licking foreheads
Arrival Story: Apparently there was a fawn, female Pug shortage back in 1999 in CA so I found a breeder in AR and she very kindly asked what type of personality I was looking for. She hand picked this (once wild and crazy) girl Pug with china doll markings and a spunky personality. Head tilts a plus! The breeder began calling her by the name I had chosen (having renamed her after a pug that was tragically killed months before by a large, unleashed German Shepard) and shipped her to me completely potty trained and all!
Bio: Bailey was skittish of men because I made a poor choice in one several years ago who took it out on her ( I came home early from work one day and walked in to find the jerk throw her against the wall which dislocated her hip and caused her to lose 2 of her bottom teeth...because she did business on the rug by the slider door when he refused to let her outside to her box. Needless to say, I put the fear of God into the idiot and he was GONE!!!) - but when she first laid eyes on my (now) husband she fell in love with him! They are inseperable and she will lunge to give him kisses if we are cuddling.
She is very good with our son who is now 6 and is very protective of him. (And of Hercules, amazingly!!) He follows her everywhere and wants to cuddle with her all the time...sometimes this gets to be too much for the old woman but she sits there with a loving disdain written clearly in those pathetic pug eyes and takes it.
Sometimes if she hears noises in his room at night, she will inspect and sleep next to his bed or gate (if its up in the doorway). She also comes up the stairs to say goodnight to him on good nights.
2007 - We are saddened to know that our precious Bailey will be fighting cancer from now on but are delighted that the tumor they removed from her lower eyelid has actually helped start healing her PK and dry eye!! Her right eye will be perfect and the PK will thin out enough in her left eye eventually so that she will be able to see shapes and shadows! Whoo-hoo!! UPDATE: we were wrong...the PK is mostly covering her eyes no matter that we put cyclosporin drops in them and she seems to be blind at night. She can see shapes during the day time though, so that's a plus.
Cancer, cancer go away! We don't need your kind of play! I'm just so glad to say - I'm here to play another day!
We've lost the battle against the nasty "C" beast. The tumor on her paw keeps splitting open so all that toxic stuff is freely running loose and she is hurting. We've made the devastating decision to let her be at peace so will love her through the week before we have to say goodbye to the most beautiful, loving, amazing pug ever. I will miss having my feet attacked when I step into the shower.
Much to the sheer and utter heart-break of my mommy and daddy - even the little hu-bro, I am flying free with my pals in heaven waiting for my family. I fought to the very end - they were shaving the beautiful fur on my arms and a diva pug can't have a bad haircut! On the third try, the vet and technician got me to lay down. Mommy was holding my face, kissing me and saying loving words to me. Once they got me, the vet said it will be quick and just like that, I was sleeping soundly. Mom lost it completely and then dad lost it so mom comforted him. He had to pull mom away because she didn't want to leave me there on the table and now she can't stop crying.
I know they helped me be at peace because they love me so much and they just didn't want me to hurt anymore. But mom is questioning it. I heard that was normal but I can't comfort her and tell her it's okay, that I'll fly by and watch over them.
What really got me was when my 6 year old hu-bro asked who was going to watch over him at night now because that was my job for those 6 almost 7 wonderful years. So Dad told him that because I am irreplaceable it will take two to try to do the job - Hercules and Xena.
They are just starting to realize I'm gone and have been stuck like glue to mom but mom just...well...they aren't me. It's too quiet, she says. They don't snore or gasp for air or do butt-spins on the floor or slip and slide or grumble if someone grabs their treat or trip her or sit on her feet or attack her feet when she gets in the shower...I was...unique.
Mom needs another girlie pug...Xena doesn't count - she's "confused". She kind of thinks she's a boy and detests clothes. I tried to show her but that crazy girl would have nothing of it and I know that makes it harder for mom.
I watched as mom sent an email to my breeder in AR to thank them for the gift of moi and sent some pictures along with it with a hint that if someday they had a girlie girl exactly like me...to give her a call.
These last few years have taken their toll on me. The cancer has spread and filled me up causing my tumors to split open and I'm really struggling to breathe. I hurt. The vet lady gave mom some pills to help me in order to give the humans and I a few days in which to say goodbye. I will be at peace this Saturday, January 29, 2011...exactly 3 months before my 12th birthday. I've had a great life filled with a love that I wish all pups could experience.
I'm worried that Hercules will make himself sick but hope that Xena will help him out when he needs to be cheered. I worry more about my pawrents - they are complete basket-cases at the moment and the household decree is that "Bailey gets whatever she wants and gets away with anything at all". I could live with that! So I'm filling my belly with steakies twice a day and getting all the cuddles and loves possible.
So many of you have meant so much to me over the years so I just want to thank each and every one of you for the love, the laughter, the tears, the jokes, the parties, the treats and the friendship you have given me. I hope that I have touched each of you in some special way, too.
I am getting ready to join so many of my pals who are waiting up at the Bridge and promise to send you angel kisses when I can.
It's been ages since my hu-mom has written for me my rambling thoughts of pugginess and jiggly wigglies. But it's been a long, cold winter (and we didn't even get any snow this year! grrrrr) and I see shadows which means the sun is out. *sighs with delight* I wandered out onto the deck and felt the warm sun and was enjoying it so much that I just kind of fell asleep while I was standing. Let me just say this is not a wise thing to do when you have two fur-sibs who like to mess with you because you have pug-mentia, pugzheimers and all the other wonderful things us seniors get. Don't worry, I gave them a what-for!
I have my good days and my "shouldn't get out of bed" days and even some days where the humans come make sure I'm still breathing. I'm like a Timex watch though...I take a lickin' and keep on tickin'! I've been fighting cancer for 3 years now which has amazed everypuggy. Including myself. I'm starting to not want to eat all the time and then my pug-brain kicks in and I find myself attacking Hercules and Xena to get their food. I can't walk much any more which works for me since they pick me up and carry me around or push me in a stroller.
When they brought home that Xena monster last year I about had a heart attack. But - she keeps me on my toes and knows I'm still the top dog. Sometimes I let her think she is...then my moment of sanity leaves me and I put her in her place! BOL!.
Alright...time for a beggin' stip and bed. Bark at you all later!