Middle-aged pug disrupts life -- maybe permanently

A new visitor arrived in our household a week ago and the guest has upset our routine to the extent our “normal” is not “normal” anymore. In fact the visitor’s demands have even challenged our dog “Missy’s” lifestyle.
This tale, or should I say “tail,” started innocently enough when our son requested if we could bring “Oscar” back to Nebraska to his original home. You see Oscar is a middle-aged overweight Pug. He had spent most of his life in Tennessee on the lap of his mistress, but because of the mistress’ health issues she wanted Oscar to be returned to his original home in Nebraska City. There was just one little catch; the Nebraska family won’t be able to accept the dog for a couple of weeks.
We consented to the request on the condition we would be a two-dog family for only those two weeks and no more. All our questions about Oscar were answered positive when asking if he traveled well; was housebroken; could get along with another dog; and didn’t bark continually.
We were cautious in our questioning because we had son number three bring home a puppy many years ago and we agreed to hold the stray in our household until the owner could be found. That dog called “Ralph” became a part of our two-dog household for the next 14 years.
It looks like we will be finishing up our two weeks with Oscar. It appears we could have a few extra weeks to go. We are also getting indications that dog history for our household has a strong chance of repeating itself.
Oscar sits on my, or the Betterhalf’s, lap when we occupy our La-Z-Boy chairs. Oscar has two dog beds -- one in the bedroom and one in the family room although his bedroom domain may end because of his snoring. The Betterhalf grinds his dogfood into small bits for easier consumption. She also has become concerned Oscar’s harness doesn’t fit comfortably.
Although The Betterhalf might be weakening and, as most females in a household, she seeks to transfer her guilt feelings to me.
“I can sense you are getting reluctant about sending Oscar to his new home,” she commented. In defense I reminded her of Oscar’s snoring, special food preps and her walking two dogs each morning and afternoon. I did not hear her response.
I did not mention to her that my inner voice is telling me that at my old age I’ll never own all the dogs I wanted to.
RL Furse  is publisher emeritus of the News-Register

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