I think I'm going to start a section of blogs called "in the past". These blogs will be tagged as such and will feature stories of events that happened long ago, but need to be shared. Hope you like!
Okay, so I used to be very nervous about Sangmu's safety. I still am I guess...just not as much so.I don't know it must be some sort of new mother mental disorder (perhaps it could be called NPMS. Short for "New Pug Mother Syndrome"). Anyway, it was a winter Tuesday and Granny and I were taking Sangmu and Pema to a dog park that she'd heard about. It was a bit farther away than the one we usually go to and the girls got rather antsy in the car on the way there. When we got out, they both started running in excited circles and nipping at each other. Now before I go on I think I should describe the park a bit. It's actually quite beautiful. There's a large pond on the far left side and a canal that's about 4 feet wide connected to it. A small bridge stretches across the concrete canal and onto the other side. The actual park is like a bowl with grass and mud in the middle (very slippery mud) and a hill covered with trees behind it. So anyway, we get out of the car and the dogs dash across the bridge ,skid through the mud and start madly frolicking. All of a sudden a miniature poodle in a red quilted coat starts growling and cornering them. Of course we jumped in and shewed the little creep away, but a few minutes later he came back. They say that poodles are very bright, and they aren't kidding. This little smarty-pants rushes Sangmu and Pema and started chasing them towards the canal. Time seemed to slow and in those few seconds before it happened only two things came to mind: I didn't look to see if water was in the canal when we came in, and I didn't see how deep it was. The girls galloped at a steady pace right off the edge as the poodle flipped U and ran away. I remember the world growing silent as I watched my baby's face descend into the gap. I also remember myself screaming, though I never heard it. We rushed over to the gap, stumbling in the slick mud. As I peered over the edge, I imagined broken legs and drowning pugs galore. What I saw in reality however, was two very confused pugs looking up from the empty four foot deep gap. we immediately burst into luaghter. Sangmu and Pema looked even more confusedly up at us, cocking their heads the way pugs do. We jumped into the canal and boosted them out, laughing all the while. The other people at the park looked at us as though we were idiots the rest of the time we were there. Now four months have passed and I'm laughing as I write this.