Hi, my dear fellow pugs,
I have some great news for you. I turned two Sunday last.
Last Saturday evening, my mom, I mean the human mom, picked me up, placed me on her lap and told me that I was going to be two the next day. Do I have to be excited — yelp and jump about in joy? She looked excited and I could see in her eyes that she was expecting the same reaction from me, so I just play-acted a bit of joy — kept my face as if I were eager to hear more and licked her hand a couple of time. I saw how my mom and dad had my sisters’, I mean the human sisters, celebrated their birthdays. I thought to myself that mine was going to be the same.
During dinner time, family members talked and talked about who to invite and how to start the party. I was expecting somebody to ask me for my suggestions, but nobody showed any interest. They were talking about ‘my’ birthday but I wasn’t a part of their conversation. People, you know!
I was given a bath and a stiff brushing the first thing Sunday morning and there was a bit of excitement as the day progressed. They decorated the hall, wrote a huge greeting card for me, and even hung a round card the size of a bib around my neck. I was about to tell them I was grownup now and didn’t need a bib any more, but stopped short when they start looking at it and saying: ‘Birthday Boy’… ‘It looks good’… and something in those lines. I wanted to see it myself but couldn’t.
My parents, the human parents, called several people over; unfortunately, not all of them were free. Some of my sisters’ friends turned up and the party began at about eleven. I saw many many more people, young and old, on my sisters’ birthdays. (How come most of the regulars were busy now when it was ‘my’ birthday. Is there some sort of ‘species’ discrimination here? I suspect.)
The kids and their friends had fun decorating the hall and talking to me, Mom had fun (?) making delicacies and supervising arrangements for the birthday boy, that was me; dad had fun receiving the guests, answering the ‘regret phone calls’ and taking photos; and the guests had fun writing birthday cards, posting the photos on their social media, and, of course, enjoying the food.
The first part of the whole party, candle blowing, was the best part. I saw before how my family members blew their birthday candles. This time, my elder sister held me up to the cake which was placed on a short table and the rest of the party blew the candles, all the while urging me to blow. And when the candles were all blown out, they had a cackling laugh. Well… they should have turned me around, keeping my butt to the cake, and, true to the reputation of our breed, I should have blown not just the candles out but the whole cake up! //guffaw//…//guffaw//
There were lots of cards from friends and a ton of birthday greetings on our social media. I heard somebody in the crowd say I was visibly overwhelmed for being the center of attraction like a starlet who tasted the media attention for the first time. I was wished verbally by the guests present, and was shown the cards by the family and also by those friends who couldn’t make it to the party.
It was getting a bit hot and noisy with them moving about a lot and blabbering all the time, with the music played. I wasn’t able to figure out who was talking to whom. Was I getting restless? No, no… I must keep myself under control; they were doing all this just to show how much they loved me. To keep meself cool and calm, should I go and sit before the statue in one of those postures my mom and my dad sat for hours in the mornings on some days?
So with these thoughts, all through the bash, I kept myself cool and only at times I went round the bend… only to amuse the guests who looked bored! //chuckle//… //chuckle//
During their after dinner conversation, several awesome, some very silly, stories of how pet owners celebrate their pets’ birthdays took rounds. A young man who came up with the survey results he read on some website that 65 % of the dog owners and 53% of cat owners celebrate birthdays was countered by another who mentioned Purina Pet Institute findings that only 43 % of dog owners and 29 % of cat owners celebrate their pets’ birthdays.
(Do You Celebrate Your Pet’s Birthday? Written by: Alex Lieber, September 24, 2014 — Source)
Before the discussion got into an argument as to whose findings were more authentic, somebody mentioned some people sending cards in the name of their pets or just any of the loveable pet animals. At this point, the one who first talked about statistics butted in to say that Hallmark had shown that 62 % of people signed their pets’ names to birthday and holiday cards. And as if in reply to that, the other one who challenged him before came up with the story of Ryan Gosling, the popular Canadian actor, using pugs in his greeting cards to cute birthday girls. And, believe me, I got interested in these ramblings. Do we, the pets, really play such an important role in people’s lives? (Source)
Then another one who had been quiet all this while mentioned the bracelets, lockets, pendants and tinsels of that sort which had the wearers’ pet pictures being embossed on them. Someone in the group, I didn’t have the chance to see which one, told the gathering how he hated to see cakes made in the shape of dogs or cats, especially in the shape of a pug’s head, and then cut the cake and eat it. I felt a bit of nausea on hearing this: how can anyone have a cake in the shape of their pet’s head and cut it and eat it! People are weird even in having fun. Hopeless…
The young girl in the party, a friend of my elder sister’s, came up with the story of an eligible and intelligent bachelor proposing to his love. I said ‘intelligent’ because he devised a perfect plan which included a grumble of 16 pugs and their enthusiastic owners to be present at the occasion as he knew his pretty girl loved pugs! Each of those 16 pugs had a ‘heart balloon’ tied around its neck, and he chose the Bow Bridge in New York’s Central Park as the venue (may be to block her way on either side lest she should try to get away in refusal //giggles//), and on a fine Sunday afternoon in the presence of our brethren, their owners and the regular strollers in the park, he proposed to her. Do you doubt the outcome of this proposal? (Source)
People take different ways to express their love for their pets. Pet owners often do funny and silly things to their pets. They do up their pets in fancy costumes and accessories to show their love for their pets.
To emphasize this fact, my mom, who joined them after her supervision job done in the kitchen, told them about a pug lover who captured his pug in his camera every day… each day showing the pug in a different attire or position. They all agreed it was a serious hobby, more serious than taking us out for our daily walks. (People look for excuses to avoid taking their pets on walks… weather being too cold or too hot or the park being closed for cleanup or the road being closed for renovation or something else… just to skip the chore for the day!) But this gentleman had taken a photo each day since his pet was a pup! Hats off to this man; it’s because of such people that most of us enjoy a comfortable life. (Source)
Then somebody budged in to to tell the story of an expensive wedding of two from our race after seven years of dating, Jasper and Jasmine. The bride pug Jasmine, according to our story teller, wore a $ 2000 white bridal dress and walked the aisle to join Jasper in his tuxedo, the bridegroom pug, in a beachfront wedding. I wondered why she wasted that much money on a dress she wasn’t going to wear the second time; the newly-weded could have two sumptuous meals each day for a whole year!
It was, the storyteller concluded, a charity activity of Pug Rescue and Adoption, an organisation which rescues and rehabilitates pugs, in Victoria, Australia. I loved this story and wished to have done something of this sort to help members of our race that needed our help. Happy married life, my folks! (Source)
My dad had no sooner expressed his intention of doing something good to the pets in general than somebody promptly narrated the story of how Robin Williams, the late Hollywood actor, adopted a rescued pug and gave his pet a comfortable home and some affection the poor soul so badly needed, and almost advised my dad to adopt a pug to show his commitment to the cause and regard for the comedian and noted pugophile who entertained the world with his humorous acting all those years. My dad fell silent and I knew he was making a mental note to consider adopting one sooner or later. Hurry, I might get a brother or sister soon! (Source)
There was this one story I loved the most: the boy with too much hair on his head told them a story in which one of our brothers stood true to the reputation we had been known for: ‘a big dog in a small space’. He told them how this little fellow tried to fight with a police dog four times his size in a standoff, with several police officers trying to calm him down and shoo him off. I felt proud to have such brave lads among us. (Source)
It was almost late afternoon when the guests took leave, each of them taking my paw into their hand and wishing me ‘happy birthday’ once again and thanking me for such a fabulous day. The place looked empty and seemed silent. I was glad I could have some undisturbed nap now. I was wrong. My dad came to me to show the photos he shot, mom sat beside me to ask if I wanted anything else and if I had a wonderful time, my sisters patted me and asked me if I had a wonderful birthday party. I was so glad I was with such an affectionate family! I promised myself to keep them happy all the time.
Ok, folks, enough for now. I’ll write another one when something as awesome as this birthday party happens.
[Sunday last Dexter our macho pug turned two, and we had a lot of fun celebrating his birthday with a few friends of our kids’. Here’s how the party went in Dexter’s own words. I should have posted this happy news earlier; business kept me a bit busy these days, and here I am with the belief that it’s never too late to share some happy news!]