The world is poorer for one pug.
Yesterday our dear old friend Ploppy passed on to greener and much more comfortable cushions to sleep there in eternal calm and typical nonchalance.
Some memories of the dog are unforgettable, so as the pure stubbornness of the beast to move on walking, when he had decided that it was enough. In true style he sat in the middle of the street and waited out our silly attempts to, a. move on, b. get off the middle of the street, and c. to please obey an order, for once in his life. He was unruffled. The only things that could move him to greater agitation was the fact that there was food to be expected and after a horrid walk there woould be a nice place to retire to and fall into a snoring state of almost opium induced quality.
At some time he was suspected to be in the pay of an obscure pre-1990 secret service - for his cunning understanding of human character, his steady nerves and the unimaginable coolness he possessed as a dog. I am pretty sure that in a former life he has been a Great Dane or an Irish Wolfhound, at least.
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Unfortunately he was never very healthy and suffered greatly of an auto immune sickness which made him grow old before his time. We and Mick will miss him greatly.
