I admit right here, right now, that Jessica Peyton gets goosebumps when she watches "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition". I might feel like a little sucker, but I can't deny it any longer. ha.
But lets get to my report:
I have been goggle-ing my daily brewing emotions. Once in awhile my crusted lips will literally crack a smile. I came across pictures and some darlin' whatnots that seemed to jolt me at another level. For awhile my posts will be composed of random stories: so enjoy!?
My family once owned a pug named Popeye. He had quite a life. We knew an older man in our neighborhood, that had a son who was a Catholic priest. His son was growing ill and so he decided to join him and move closer to his son. We gladly adopted his beloved pooch. 
The old man had smothered Popeye with as much love, and treats, a dog could ask for. We had a lot to live up to. Popeye was fed two hotdogs and a hunk of cheese each and every day of his previous life. So, naturally, we needed to stop this pup's addiction and introduce him to 'real' dog food. This, of course, was my mother's mission, it must be that "motherly intuition". : ]
Popeye was the first dog for our family He immediately became our life, and of course, the king of the house. He lived on the wild side, like every pug does. One midday, Popeye was swept up by a van, and stolen out of sight. For weeks we searched and hunted for any trace of him. Weeks later a woman carrying Popeye came to our house. She told us she found this pug in a truckers bar miles away. She recognized him because of the abundance of posters we covered the City with.
I still wonder what Popeye must have been thinking throughout his whole excursion. Did he meet a clad of truckers who fell in love with him? Did he get a sip of beer as a daily treat? : ] I guess I'll never know, but it's nice to wonder.
He had an accident with our garage door, years later. The door started closing and hit his two shoulder blades. Maybe you know, but pugs already have stocky built structures and are susceptible to bone and hip problems. He no longer could climb steps and romp around, like the dog he had always been. I know that no matter what the limitations he was given, his spirit continued. I feel so blessed to live in a family that appreciates and yearns for the love of animals. I only hope that the pets we have brought in, have felt loved just as much as I have.
