People always tell me I have a big heart, but I wasn't sure it was big enough to deal with 999 other pugs posing for Nikon and eating my cookies and, according to my girl Bellatrix, biting my backfat. Then I met Emi.
Emi is Bellatrix's new foster-sister. Central Coast Pug Rescue flew her to San Francisco (like, on a plane!) so she could get her bad eye taken out. When I met her on Sunday, Emi was kinda really sick. Like, really sick.
Bellatrix's mom took Emi to the vet and they said her sickness was this thing called Parvo. If you've never heard of Parvo, it's super bad. My human says puppies like Emi die from Parvo. Yeah.
So, on top of worrying about the 999 other pugs who are going to eat my cookies and bite my backfat, I was also really worried about Emi. It was all just too much. I thought maybe all those Occupy People know something I don't about how to change the world, so I did what they did in Oakland went on strike.
I made Demands; my human promised I would be pug #1 and named me the Official Ambassador of 1000 Pugs. So I made bigger Demands, like a front row seat and all access pass to the 1kpugs 2012 Tour. But that didn't really work because the tour is happening on a plane (big thanks for the TOUR BUS TOUR BUS TOUR BUS chanting, Dutch told me).
Even though I mostly got what I wanted, it didn't make me feel better. I still didn't want 999 stranger pugs messing with my stuff and I was still really worried about Emi. Then yesterday my human said we were going on an adventure. And educational adventure, she called it.
Next thing you know, we're at some place called Bishop Ranch Veterinary Center. Not our normal vet or even one of Dutch's special-vets, but it was totally a vet. Yeah. Not my idea of an adventure. My human explained we were there to visit Emi. Except only her and Nikon were allowed in because Emi was in some place called isolation where other dogs are not allowed.
So me and Dutch waited for my human and Nikon to come back with some pictures. When we were waiting, one of the nice Bishop Ranch people fed us cookies and told us how lucky Emi is to have Central Coast Pug Rescue looking out for her. That's when the epiphany thing happened.
If you've never had one, Google says an epiphany is:
I say an epiphany is when you suddenly figure out you were being kinda stupid about something. And when I was sitting there waiting to see Emi's picture, I totally realized how stupid I was being about 1000 Pugs. Because 1000 Pugs isn't just about 999 stranger pugs eating my cookies. It's about humans loving pugs and pugs loving other pugs and everyone helping save pugs like Emi.
Epiphany = 1000 Pugs is awesome.
And this is Emi from yesterday:
She's totally not sick anymore and my human said she's a total crack pug now! She'll get to ditch the bad eye once she's 1000% recovered, then she'll be ready to find a human. You can read her whole story on CCPR's website (it's really sad, so be ready for some leakage).
After my epiphany and seeing Emi's happy picture, I say bring on the pugs! All 999 cookie eating, Nikon stealing, backfat-biting of them. Now I just need to figure out how to score a tour bus!
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Big fat Happy Whelp Day goes out to my man Eddie in Redwood City, CA and his sister Stella McMuffin in London (like, England). I'll be eating double the cookies to celebrate :)