Magda the Pug

Magda and her duckie, originally uploaded by catwrangler.

Magda really has turned into the most wonderful dog. I think there must be this point where one realizes how much they love their pug. She was just here with me on the floor – curled up in my lap. She has gained bedroom privileges and even gets to sleep on the bed. She has calmed down a lot but still has her moments. She is content to lay in her bed alone sometimes and not always be on. Arthur seems to not want to eat her alive – that seems to be some fluke from his leftover hormones. She is still rightfully shy of him but I know it is going to work out.

Magda had maybe her first major traumatic experience the other day. There were the two bee stings and she actually got hit by a car (I was not there for that) but just bounced off – in her childhood. It didn’t change her personality but I am responsible for a big event in her life. I am “fostering” a cat from the shelter. I put it in quotes because I actually adopted it but after this event he might be going back if he doesn’t shape up in two months. So calling it fostering makes me feel better. He is a big tom cat that recently was spayed. I had held Magda in the guest room with him a couple times and he didn’t seem all that interested. In fact he smelled her butt and then gave it a head butt. About two days ago I made a huge mistake and put her down on the floor. It was within seconds that he was on her and had her pinned upside down under the bed. She was screaming which I had never heard before. I was screaming and trying to extricate one of the animals. Demon Spawn – the cat – wasn’t even hissing but just beating the crap out of her. Finally I was able to scruff him and get her out of the room. Her tail was down for hours no matter how many treats and hugging I gave her. She ended up having one puncture wound on her back, a mild scratch under an eye and a few superficial scratches on her belly. Luckily I have antibacterial eye ointment and was able to patch her up with the anti-staph neosporin.  She still won’t go downstairs to the basement even though the cat is locked up in a room.  She has also given a few yelps when we have held her which might be because she is sore.  I feel terrible.  I almost took the cat right back to the shelter but I feel that I have a personal obligation to give it time and see if I can make this work.  If anyone can give this cat a chance it is me.  I was disappointed that it won’t be weeks but months in order to see if he can integrate into the family.  The night it happened I was so bummed that I wanted to just go to sleep at 7:30pm.  Looks like she isn’t get infected anywhere but I am keeping a close eye on it.  I am really lucky that she didn’t have her eye scratched since that is a notable way that pugs lose eyes.   The crazy thing is later after it happened she wanted to snuggle up with me not T.  I would think she would hate me but instead she has been coming to me for comfort.  I think she forgives me but now I need to forgive myself.

Sorry there hasn’t been a Magda update in awhile despite her getting into lots of adventures.

I just lost my cat Mousey suddenly so have been dealing with my grief.

Holiday pug, originally uploaded by catwrangler.

Magda received a new scarf and leg warmers for the holidays from my penpal from HS. The scarf is the only thing that she wore for the rest of the day. She also got a nice holiday bath.

Rainy Day Magda in Coat, originally uploaded by catwrangler.

We have vowed to take Magda for more walks. I just took her in the drizzle and she hated it. She wanted to walk in the street and not the leaf littered sidewalk. She has this nice OP styled coat but her girth grew. So I had to sew elastic on it.

Bad behavior, originally uploaded by catwrangler.

This is Magda at 10 weeks as she masters the pulling on the pantleg. Thankfully she rarely does this anymore. There are no new pug photos as she is enjoying her stay at the dog sitter. We received an email that said after a 45 minute walk and play she was still ready to party. She loves going to the dog sitter so we never feel guilty about leaving her. The cats on the other hand make me feel really guilty. I really miss them.