cuddled in a blanket in a cold air-conditioned room on a hot summer day
pugs love the sun. both sumo and poochi love to sunbathe every day. they usually lay out in the sun, warming themselves and getting in the vitamin e ( i think)
the tail of a dog, says quite a lot,
sometimes high in a corkscrew curl,
it’s sometimes long, sometimes short
tightly set, and hard to unfurl
but don’t dismiss: “it’s just a tail!”
in a dog it’s really much more
whether your dog is well or pale
or if he doesn’t like the person at the door
every tail speaks the same words
no matter where in the world it’s from
wagging with the flutter of chased birds
or seeing you in the evening, come home
tucked between the legs in fear
at the sound of sudden noises or thunder
and sometimes it is guilt so clear
because he peed or did some blunder
but above all that a tail can say
there is one thing that rings most true
no matter what time of year or day,
a happy tail always says “i love you”
love shows itself in the tiniest ways. poochi places his paw on sumo’s while they lie next to each other
poochi is a character right out of a hilarious comic book. i say this because his antics are so unique that i end up laughing every single time. nevertheless, poochi is, a regular pug. he has every characteristic of a pug, unlike sumo. i had been meaning to take this video for the longest time- of poochi’s involuntary reflex when he get’s touched at a spot ( a nipple, actually)- and finally, i did. it’s a tad bit cruel, annoying the poor puppy as he enters a deep slumber, but it’s ridiculously funny, and it had to be done. so enjoy._
on sumo’s birthday(April 4) last year, i managed a blogpost. since i’m deleting the older blog, i thought it appropriate to share the old post here.
the one on the right- that’s poochi. at 35 days old, the day we went to get him, poochi was dirty, still spotty, and rather ugly. from the litter of seven, the two pugs in this picture are the only ones who look anything close to sumo.
choosing a pug puppy is incredibly hard. the signs of a good pug are the large squarish face, plenty of wrinkles on the forehead and a lovely tight double curled tail. Unfortunately, pug puppies have plain, small tiny heads with no wrinkles, and a tail that lies flat. thus the key to picking a pug puppy is to go by instinct. and that’s what we did.
we took the grimy, hungry puppy covered in ticks and went home. my mom took one look at him, and refused to touch him until i got rid of them all. so i sat on the balcony, put him on a towel, and spent an hour combing through his fur for non-desirable entities- both living and non-living. eventually he was clean but for a bit, the bugs kept recurring.
we didn’t have as much trouble naming poochi, as we did with sumo. mum suggested it very easily- “poochi" being the tamil word for “bugs”; clever, since he came covered in bugs. The name latched on as easily as the ticks did, and he’s been called poochi, ever since.
our little bug.