If you follow me on Instagram, you might have already heard the news. It’s been so hard to keep this on the quiet – mostly because I didn’t want to jinx anything – but I’ve adopted a rescue pug. They say everything happens for a reason and if something keeps crossing your path, you pay attention.
When the Sous Pug passed, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I kept busy – I tried not to think about it but when I would see Wiggs’ beds, I knew he would want me to open my home to another pug in trouble and give them a forever home. Shadow aka the Evil Minx (or Sous Kitty – depends on her mood), took a spot by the stove but she made it clear that she supervises and missed her partner in crime. After much thought, prayer and discussion, I finally decided that the time was right – it was time to see what pugs needed a forever home. I knew I wanted a pug – especially after my “Pug 101/202” training that I learned during Wiggs’ med issues and would be prepared for almost any emergency. I wanted a younger pug and I wanted a rescue – no pug from a breeder and definitely not a puppy store purchase. I knew that the right pug would come along at the right time. I knew that with such a great experience that I had with Wiggs’ foster mom, Mary, I knew that working with her rescue was a must. One perusal through Pug Rescue of Florida‘s pugs, and I was smitten with one particular pug mug – put in my application and hoped for the best.
Well the best happened this weekend and I wanted to intro you all to my new partner in crime, Jeffie the Junior Sous Pug.
This is a sponsored post. As always, my opinions are my own
With the holiday season heading our way, I’ve been starting to think about changing a few things in my kitchen. Granted, my wishes for a double wall oven and an island with a cooktop is not an option at the moment but I have been thinking about seeing the ability to get a new fridge. My fridge is the typical apartment fridge but I need one that looks unassuming but packs quite a storage punch.
In addition to the day to day groceries, my fridge is stacked to the brim with not only the typical groceries, but certain flours that need to be kept cold, oils that can’t go rancid and my freezer – well, let’s just say I’m not a stranger to having frozen berries or almonds hit me on the head from time to time. While I’m on a mission to organize it, in reality, I’d love to get a stunning new refrigerator that fits into the space without a fuss….
These past few months (and especially recently) have been a whirlwind between the Sous Pug, the 9to9, family issues, etc. More and more, I’ve started to live by the Ferris Bueller mantra:
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” ~ Ferris Bueller
Who knew that, over 20 years later, an offhand quote in an 80s flick would make so much sense to us now in this crazy busy world. I mean, everyone is on their phones, iPads, computers – working is not just 9to5, it’s much more than that. We’re running from Point A to Point B, sometimes forgetting to stop at Point D and everyone is on the go, constantly. Don’t even get me started on the craziness of the holiday season. We are often so busy giving of ourselves to others that we don’t take care of ourselves – even if it’s for five minutes. I can tell you that since the Sous Pug has gotten sick, “me time” has taken a backseat – between vet appointments, glucose tests, pill cocktails and his home cooked diet – it’s exhausting.
When I can’t recharge my batteries, I turn into a shrew from the utter bowels of hell so I’ve made it a priority to take a few minutes for myself daily away from the phone and the computer. One of my favorite things to do is to grab a cup of coffee, a good cookbook and leaf through it – getting inspiration for future posts & dishes, learning about new ingredients and techniques and while I do enjoy the occasional novel or Jen Lancaster book, it’s cookbooks that take up every inch of my bookshelves and I won’t tell you how many that are on my iPad. Coffee and I have had this torrid love affair ever since I can remember – I remember swiping my dad’s coffee when I was little, my mom always had an ice coffee at the ready and, when I was old enough to drive, I would run to the local Dunkin’ and get my own. However, I can’t make coffee to save my life. I’ve tried – valiantly – had a few “non-swill” moments with some coffee from the Italian Market but no matter what I did, it still came out tasting like cop coffee – horrid!
One vital kitchen tool that helps me recharge: my Keurig Vue. I swear – out of the kitchen items I bought this year, this has to be one of my favorites. No more “cop coffee” in this household and I have been making less visits to the local coffeehouse. I have a number of coffee pods that I enjoy but some of my favorites are from the Cafe Escapes line, especially the Cafe Caramel (perfect for my caramel macchiato cravings) and the Dark Cocoa in the evenings. Sprinkled with a bit of cinnamon (and a dash of tequila if you are so inclined) and you can escape to a corner of the room, curl up with a good (cook)book and just relax.
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I had a great recipe for you and was going to upload it but found myself totally distracted and not “in the mood.” See, for the past couple of weeks, my little guy has been not feeling good – pretty much since around the time of the hurricane. We lost power for a few days and, while we have gas heat and hot water, it’s an electric ignition for the furnace. Needless to say, it was FREEZING and the Sous Pug is so sensitive to any extremes in temperature. The pug starts panting if the house goes over 72 degrees and when it gets cold, it’s never good. So, for the past couple of weeks, he’s had the “sniffles” for lack of a better term because, while it wasn’t a cold, we couldn’t figure out what the heck was wrong with him. Add to that some friction burns from his harness that he turned hellacious through constant scratching and he was not a happy guy. We’re talking the pug had to wear SOCKS to stop scratching at his neck and exacerbating the condition.
In full disclosure, while I bandaged him up using gauze and tape, nothing would stick to the daggone fur so, brilliant me Maguyvered that puppy with band-aids that stay on through anything. He was far from pleased but he couldn’t scratch! Also – in true man form, that pug left his socks all. over. the. house. Typical 😉
Over the weekend, he really has been not showing improvement at all and, during his follow-up appointment for the neck, his vets took a peek at what’s going on with him and his “sniffles”. One full blood panel later and they discovered that the pancreatitis was back – and with a vengeance. How I didn’t notice that he was flaring up badly is beyond me but I think with the other issues, the pancreatitis took advantage of a situation and was rearing its horrid head.
Yesterday was the kicker – he was lethargic, whimpering (he NEVER cries!) and food was not going to be an option. He had lost almost 4 lbs and it was a race back to the vet hospital to get him admitted, ultra-sounded and to find out how bad it really is. The last time I saw him this bad, it was off to surgery for the little guy and, while he’s 11 years old, with pugs, any type of anesthesia makes me have panic attacks. To quote friends and family, Wiggs is one hell of a strong mutt – but I think his momma is seriously lacking in that department.
Currently, he’s on an aggressive treatment and having a sleepover at the hospital for a couple days. His new doc is keeping a close eye on him as his former internist is no longer at the hospital (welcome to the deep end Dr. Turner! Wiggs will be quite the patient 😉 )and his techs (or his “girls” as he knows them as) are taking excellent care of him while they get rid of this pancreatitis monster. I have to be honest, I just want my little guy home, sniffing like mad at whatever is simmering on the stove, barking for fancy cheese and swiping the remote, telling me in his own little puggy way, “Momma – NO BITCHIN KITCHEN! I want my Big Bang Theory!” (yes, he actually did change the dial from Bitchin Kitchen to Big Bang Theory – repeatedly. Sorry Nads – no one gets in the way of his Sheldon – not even if you mention bacon).
So – if you have a moment, could you please do me a favor and send some positive thoughts the Sous Pug’s way. He (and his momma and the Evil Minx) would be most appreciative!
[Pics from my Instagram]