R.I.P – A tribute to my pug, splodge
On Thursday 24th July my pug, Splodge who was 10 yrs old collapsed. He was rushed in to the vets who upon scanning him said that he had a large tumour inside his stomach, however it was well contained and they would operate on him the next day.
When he was taken in, I remember just having this deep gut gnawing sensation that things were badly wrong, that there was not going to be a good end to this, but the vet gave us some hope. She did however suggest that we might like to go in and see him.
I talked to the boys, explained the situation, with hope, but that we should go and visit and ‘possibly’ say goodbyes. I would never have forgiven myself had I been unrealistic about the situation. There were tears and he didn’t look good, however he tried to lift his head once when my youngest moved away. I stroked his small soft ears, and smelt his coat, something that I have as a memory.
The next day was a hellish day, the waiting, I phoned first thing, he wasn’t great but they said they would scan him for metastasis and if there were some there was no point operating, however if no call by midday that meant the all clear and they were operating.
Ten past midday the phone went, my stomach turned, it was the vets and he had passed away when put under general anaesthetic. So our boy has gone and I can’t describe how the last couple of days have been, those of you with pets will surely understand fully the gaping hole left when a four legged much loved friend dies. The only blessing was that he seemingly didn’t suffer for long.
A bit about splodge
Our family have always had pugs, when my mother met my father she had 7 to be precise, all of which slept on the bed. It is a surprise he ever married her as they are smelly snorty beasts!
My mother decided one day upon seeing one of her pugs behind a chair, sitting in the shadows that he just looked like a ‘splodge’ of ink, hence the name which has stuck now through many generations of our pugs.
In latter years she had terriers instead, however when they both passed away and her then husband, I decided to re-ignite her love for pugs and get her one as company which I did 10 yrs ago.
She loved him to bist though she found having a puppy at her age a challenge, you could see she also thrived on it. He was the laziest pug I have ever met, because of her own health issues the post man used to walk him and you would see him literally flopping his body down to avoid going out. If you ever let him out in the garden he would turn tail and scratch at the door until he was let in.
When my mother passed away I inherited him. Poor splodge went from living in a bungalow, having a very sheltered life, eating titbits from my mothers plate, never having gone up any stairs or public transport, nor met any other dogs apart from his greyhound girlfriend to being in London in a Victorian house with numerous stairs that were wooden.
Have you ever seen a pug try to master wooden stairs, its funny and not funny at the same time, I think he actually took flight at times as his little paws would not get much purchase. He learn’t to go on the bus, the train and go to parks with many other dogs.
His social skills left little to be desired with having a fascination of doggy bottoms. Though I know this is normal with dogs, dogs usually inspect other parts of dogs and actually socialize by playing. But splodge would have none of it, he was only interested in the nether regions and plunged his luckily flat nose there as if super glued, much to the eventual distress of the targeted dog, whose eyes would eventually bulged in the insistent attention and swivel around trying to avoid the snorting and snuffling.
He then had a house move, coming with us to East Sheen in London, his life would change however as he then gained a companion.
Though I have two cats I felt sorry for splodge not having a friend. At the age of 8 he probably wasn’t bothered, but it bothered me. So I in my moment of madness went and bought a french bulldog puppy.
You can read more about his introduction to our family here –
Splodge would look at this small snuffly thing in its cage and sit outside as if guarding it, or in fact making sure rather than someone getting in to hurt it that in fact it would not get out. Of course the puppy, aka Teddy was let out. Splodge then looked on mystified as said puppy urinated and pood everywhere. Said puppy also chewed everything and gutted the bottom of antique chairs. It was quite a visual ride for splodge.
Little puppy had sharp teeth and splodge being a dog who usually spent his life lying down was a target for said teeth, his lovely soft black ears being so tempting. Splodge learnt to sit up a bit more. Splodge also decided that the puppy got attention when pooing on the floor, so he thought it would be a good idea to follow suite. He was surprised that his Owners were not happy with this donation.
The puppy got bigger and randy and spent many hours dry rogering poor splodge both ends I might add. I will add luckily for splodge that Teddy was not a good aim, but I am sure he got headaches and backache with the goings on.
Teddy became a firm protector of Splodge. When going out on the Common if any dog would show an interest negatively towards Splodge or Teddy suspected this he would shoo the inspector away, he would always look back and stop if Splodge was having a slow moment walking, so sweet to see.
Teddy always used to lie on top of Splodge, so we go them a bigger basket, a huuuuge basket yet it made no difference, Teddy would use Splodge like a cushion and lie nearly on top of him, on many occasion he would actually sit on his head.
He didn’t even mind when he got literally stuck in the car with Teddy. (excuse the view)
Splodge was also the greediest dog in the world, he would literally eat anything.
His greediness was displayed in many varying ways.
One time he disappeared when I was walking him, and being Splodge he would only move at speed for very few things. I searched around for him and saw a woman walking a pram, there in front of her legs was Splodge walking at the same speed. She had not noticed him, perhaps sleep deprivation. His nose was plunged in to the carrier underneath which had a loaf of bread in of which he was happily munching away.
We also have vines at home, of which many a time we would see leaves plunging back and forth across the window, Splodge was tugging at the vines to get to the grapes. He polished off my entire yield of strawberries and would eat the rotten apples from my tree. He never got an upset stomach over these types of things except for spicy sausage or when he had an explosive moment c/o Teddy, of which you will see the account of what happened in the post links below –
I also remember the time we had a babysitter who left her bag on the floor, I went to show her around and when I came back the contents of her bag where all over the place and what looked like half a bap. I went to search for Splodge who moved at lightning speed towards his basket with a bap in his mouth the size of his head which he promptly buried under his cushion. Like I wouldn’t notice right?
Now Splodge had a foot fetish!
Now I always thought this was a rumour but upon doing some investigation I find this as quoted from A Brief History of the Pug
When enterprising European traders made their way to the Far East, these intriguing little dogs captivated them. Dutch and Portuguese merchants are generally credited with bringing the pug to the Western world. Easy to transport and care for, pugs would have made fine cargo to bring back to the royal courts of Europe, where toy breeds led pampered lives as lap dogs, foot warmers, and flea catchers. The unusual pug was sure to find favor.
Note I highlight foot warmer. Splodge seemed to have brought this pug duty with him through the generations of his family in the form of a foot fetish. Oh yes Ladies and Gentlemen, every time anyone arrived at the house or anywhere Splodge was he would source a foot that was the most motionless and plant his ass on it, he would then look up at said person as if to say “see I am now keeping your foot warm will you smile please?”
The usual reaction from people was curiosity at first “what is he doing?” When I would explain, most but not all would go “ewww” and not see it for the devotion he was providing and promptly yank their foot out. That would never stop Splodge as he would follow said foot and try again.
Now if you had naked feet in sandals in the Summer oh my Splodge was in toe heaven. As you will see from the photos, he has rather a long tongue which got longer the older he got. This tongue would snake out and diligently like in, around and over any naked toes with a seeming ecstatic demeanor which would involve even more snorting and sneezing which would horrify most people.
It came to be a problem when going out in to the park and summer especially if someone was sunbathing. Splodge seemed to also like suncream and salty skin, the latter doesn’t surprise me. He would make a beeline for anyone lying down and take a long eager lick. Sometimes this would benefit Shrek (husband) as the woman might be lying down on her belly with bikini top undone, he would sometimes get a good view before appearing sorry that our dog had behaved in such a way.
One time he did it to some rugby players who were doing press ups. Splodge took it in his stride to loiter under each and every one and give them a face lick as they lifted up and down. Though there was much shouting I take my hat off to the players for their diligence as they did not stop, except for one who couldn’t take it and collapsed on the floor.
Splodge and my children
Splodge lived in a house with two boisterous boys. He was an angel as he would put up with anything and everything that they would do to him. They were not mean but sometimes got carried away with treating him like a toy and or not realizing he was tired and really had had enough. I kept telling them that he was a gentleman and they needed to take the cue when he was ready for his basket.
Splodge loved it when my children lay on the floor he would leap on them and sneeze all over their faces. This is a pug thing, most of you pug owners will know right?
He always came to greet us and paw us with his feet with glee in his face that we were there.
I was also very impressed that at his age he would still enter in to games one of which you will see in the highlighted post which is good fun –
He even put up with my French bulldog’s bottom falling out, oh the trials and tribulations, some of which you will see below:
So it is with this post that I leave you now, maybe to read through some of the links, maybe to think of how our four legged friends mean so much. I admit sometimes I took him for granted and now that he is gone, there is a hole which I hope I can fill in some way with good memories, part of which what this post is about.
Please give your four legged friends of any type a little cuddle from me.
Thank you for reading & this is why there has been no Fiesta Friday, Random Moment of Delight and Sat post was pre-scheduled, hugs, Justine xx
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