A Day in the Life of Moki

Hi all, Carlton S. Pug here. This time around I am turning over the reins to my friend Moki. She has some stuff to say…and she is really cute. Maybe this will make her say yes when I ask her to go to the dog park with me.

Hi everybody! My name is Moki and am a black pug living in Oklahoma. I reside with my brothers, sister, and Mom and Dad. My sister, Teenie, and I came to live here last year, and things are going really well My yard and my beds and excellent, Mom and Dad are always nice to me, and I never have to worry that something bad is going to happen. And the food is really good! We get treats and kibble and bones to gnaw, and sometimes we get a bit of cheese or a lick of yogurt and one time Dad even gave me an apple to chew! It is so awesome.

Teenie is still kind of scared, but she always has been the more sensitive one. Even Teenie likes it here though; she whispers secrets to me at night when we are cuddled up to sleep. She says she loves Mom and Dad, and the food is good, and she likes our brothers, but sometimes she forgets where she is and is still scared.

See, we had a bad life before. It is kind of foggy for me now, but I know we had lots of babies and then The Person would take them away from us. The Person didn’t bring much food and I was pretty sick most of the time. It was dark and cold, and I was really lonely. Sometimes, bad things would happen but only Teenie remembers that stuff now, and we don’t talk about it.

The only one who ever loved me was Teenie.

One day, some women came. There was lots of talk, but I was hidden away and could barely hear the conversation and arguing. There were strange noises, kennel doors squeaking, and dogs crying. I thought I heard Teenie, but hadn’t seen her for a while and I was worried. Last time we talked, Teenie was even sicker than I was. Then everything calmed down and The Person came and grabbed me. She gave me to a woman who smelled good and was soft and warm when she held me. She held me gently! It was wonderful. I think she was the first human I ever loved.

The next part is a blur. Teenie was sick and though I knew she was happy to see me, she could barely kiss me hello. I was awfully sick and tired, but snuggled with my sister and felt true joy. We drove a while in a warm van, and went to a strange smelling place where they touched me gently and talked to me.

Then, my Dad was there. I told Teenie he was “the one” and that I was going to go over and introduce myself. I was scared and sick, but he looked so kind, so gentle and warm. He had sympathetic eyes and soft hands that caressed me. I was ashamed because I knew I was dirty and rough, my eyes and ears were dirty. I knew of my bowlegged gait and that my paws were in the shapes of starfish from living in a crate with a wire floor. But Dad loved me. I knew it right away and could feel it. Suddenly, deep inside my little body, I started to heal.

Then I whispered to him that I could not live without my dear sister, and his heart listened. We went with Daddy that very day and things got so much better! Mom was waiting for us at home, and she cried when she met us, but I think she was happy too.

Life improves every day. Sometimes I do naughty things but it doesn’t seem to matter to Mom and Dad; no matter what, they love us. It is so sweet to be safe and warm, but the best part is the love.

Well, the food is good too!