Special Thanks: My Very Special Thanks To * Pugapalooza *, * For the Love of Pug * and * Pug Pals * and their members for all the Name Suggestions!
MY NAME WAS SPANISH for LITTLE TOAD. I hated my name!
Auntie Bailey won the "Name Dat Pug Contest" with Sapphire. Poppa Gave me Apache Tear. I Wuvs Yew All, Thank Yew Berry Much!
Legend of Apache Tears: After the white man decimated the buffalo with impunity. A band of Apache hunters needed meat to feed their families. They hunted the white mens cattle. For their "crime" they were attacked & persued, many of the band died. The rest, out of arrows, backs to a cliff, jumped to their death rather than be slaughtered like the buffalo. Upon finding their men, the women of the tribe wept hot, bitter, tears which fell into the canyon. The Great Spirit was moved by their tremendous sorrow. He turned their tears into a black obsidian (volcanic glass). However, unlike any other obsidian, when you hold Apache Tears up to the sun you can see thru them.
It is said that if you carry An Apache Tear in your medicine bundle, your spirit will never weep because the Apache women wept for all of us that day.
We dont know the author, or how to thank them for these true sentiments, all we know is whether or not it is from a shelter RESCUE IS A TWO WAY STREET! Ask my pawrents, they'll tell you our whole pack has rescued & been rescued. So whoever you are, we love this little essay. Your wisdom is great & appreciated.
Wuvvies,
Sapphire & Pack
I RESCUED A HUMAN TODAY
I rescued a human today.
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me.
I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.
Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.
Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.
I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor.
So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors.
So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
Oh I can hardly believe my good fortune! I feel like CinderPugErella!! Early this morning I got an email from Roscoe & Cyd that I had been selected Pug Pal of the Week!!!
Thank You So Much!
Coming from the yard dog life with no shelter from the desert sun, the blustery desert nights, monsoon season, no petting, etc, I'm not really sure how to act when selected for anything. When the pawrents came & took us home I closed down all emotion, all hope, and desperately tried to become invisible within the tapestry of my family. I have come to know that doesnt work.
I guess a new approach is in order. Just, what that is escapes me. My dear Bandit would just go full out & enjoy himself but thats not me. I'm the thinker of the pack and the one that still maintains the everpresent shadow of fear that wont yet leave the perifery of my mind.
I know this is a great honor & I should enjoy it and try to share my joy. Hmmm, perhaps after a treat I can find the answer.....
I know!! Maybe every day of my week, I can bring attention to other pugs & pug pals that have had it rough. It would make me feel great to share the week with other pups who have had major turns in their lives, or better yet maybe with those still needing that magical change in their lives. Yep, I think I've got it.
Stay tuned to Pug Pals & my diary this week to see what happens & how Sapphire's Apache Tears, formerly known as Little Toad, celebrates being Pug Pal of the week in my very own style. I'm going to be the best Pal I know how to be!!
Hi Friends, I got all my presurgical workup results. After being loved, well fed and living indoors for the last couple of months, MY TESTS LOOK GREAT!! Yipee! Da vetman says everything is near perfect now. No more pups, ever. I've had way more than my share of pups and da momma says I am a wonderful, loving mother but... After losing 3 out of 5 pups due to my being rundown, overbred & poorly fed, I'm ready to retire from breeding anyway. That was hard on me. I kept looking for the little lost ones, even long after they were buried. I still look for Hilde now and then but I know she is in a great loving home where she will never be bred. I am happy for her, growing up inside, with a momma, poppa & a girl who cherish her. Hilde even has a senior puggie to show her the ropes, and all the tricks too! You never saw an old arthritic, slow moving, deaf, blind puggie perk up like Yoda has since she got Hilde to raise. BOL!! Old Yoda! Who ever would have thunk it? Imagine haffing your first pup at the ripe age of 15!!! Its great for both Yoda & Hilde.
Bandit & I are going to have some time to ourselves. We are really looking forward to long afternoon naps, treats, play time (We Haff Toys Now and I finally figured out what they are good for: FUN!) It is going to be different, not being bred every heat, good thing I found out how to play and enough happiness to inspire me to take up the Pug Tuck & Run.
I'm a little anxious about the surgery itself. So keep us in your prayers on 08/08/07. As long as we get thru the surgery OK life will be grand! We are now beloved family members & 24/7 companions to the humanz we love.
The Dog Show: Who's Your Mama?
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