What a Mug!

Love has no logic.

I never thought I could love a pug. Throughout my life, I have owned large hairy dogs, like Farrah the Collie and Holly the Samoyed. I hesitate to confess this, but I never thought small dogs were ‘real’ dogs. Hey, they’re even called ‘toy’ dogs! What does that tell you?

So, when my older daughter announced she was saving for a pug, I tried to discourage her. Why not save for an Irish Wolfhound, I asked her.

Every so often she would update us on how much was in her pug fund, making me come to the startling realization that she was actually going to buy a dog someday. Okay, I thought. Let’s see where this leads.

Over two years later, she shows me a chunk of bills (she’s not too keen on stashing her cash in a bank) and asks me to find a pug breeder. The moment of truth was upon us.

I found a breeder about an hour from us, my daughter picked out a male puppy and we headed home. All I know is that somewhere along the way, I lost my heart to this adorable little guy.

His name is Pershey and on July 17th he celebrated his first birthday. He is cute and funny and is the ideal companion dog. He is always near one of us; he hates to be alone, although if we need to put him in his crate for a while he patiently waits for our return.

I recently asked my daughter if I could buy him from her. What happens if she gets married and moves far away, taking Pershey with her? I guess I better start my own pug fund.

As for my daughter, she’s now saving for an alpaca. Don't ask.

Yeah, there is no logic in love. That reminds me of the verse that says:

"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8)

God showed His love for us even when we were dead in sins. We weren’t ‘pretty’ or ‘cute’ and there was no earthly reason why He should love us.

But He did.

And then He gave everything to make us one of His children.

I guess it’s a good thing love isn’t logical.

Happy Birthday, Pershey! You’re a lovely dog!