Mom wants me to tell everyone thanks for their sympathy when Great-Grandma Ruby passed away last week. We had a nice, but sad, visit home. Everyone said how happy they are that she isn't in pain anymore and now she is with Great-Grandpa Gardner. Here are some pictures of Great-Grandma Ruby and her family taken in 2007.
Great-Grandma Ruby and my Grandpa Jim and his sisters. Grandpa's sisters took care of her every single day and night for over a year because she didn't want to leave her house. They did the same for Great-Grandpa Gardner for almost 3 years before he passed away in 2005.
Great-Grandma Ruby and the whole family - spouses and great-grandkids (I was only about 4 weeks old, that's the only reason I wasn't in this picture as her great-grandpug)
Stupid Jack was there too but even he was on his best behavior. I know I've told you guys what a jerk Jack is. Well not only is he a world-class jerk but apparently he has some "mental problems" too. Enter: The Thunder Shirt!
Jack had been inexplicably pooping in Uncle Michael's house and he even tore open the door in the kitchen that holds the food, while Uncle Michael was at work. Uncle Michael started crating him but he chewed through his crate and even moved it in to another room by himself! Apparently he misses Uncle Michael REALLY bad when he's gone, and the people at the store where Mom gets my chow told them that he has "Separation Anxiety." So now he wears this super nerdy looking thing that looks like a wool top coat to me. But it works! Now he acts like a normal dog (and he didn't try to eat me once!).
They tried to give me lots of food (Grandma too!) but MOM and UNCLE MICHAEL denied them every time! I don't know how much longer I can go on with these people. They are clearly abusive.
Louie went and stayed at another foster home while we were gone (they have 6 pugs - 3 of their own and 3 fosters!). SUPPOSEDLY when Mom picked him up, they told her that he was an "angel" and could not have been a better pug. I FIND THIS VERY HARD TO BELIEVE!! I think Mom is making stuff up just so that I will feel guilty and behave better or something. She is sly, that one. They even told Mom that Louie made a new BFF while he was there. You can see his picture here. I'm glad he did because I don't want him telling anyone that I am his BFF!
We got home on Saturday but didn't pick up Louie until Sunday. Now, I will DENY THIS TO MY DYING DAY TO ANYONE ELSE, but I feel like I can trust you all to keep it on the DL. When we got home on Saturday and Louie wasn't there, I looked EVERYWHERE for him. I searched high and low, and then I just laid around feeling sad for the rest of the night.
OK, I feel better now that I have been able to admit that to someone. Moving on!
Yep, Louie's still here. I wish he would go away. Mmm-hmmm. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.