He is a sweetheart, but.....
We met him on the breakwater at Poet's Cove. Pug Mom had left for the weekend, her precious Hudson was entrusted to Dad for the very first time. ( Names are secret for obvious reasons.) Pug Dad had his hands full. He was ernest in his concern for naughty Hudson, but with a party in full blast on the dock the inexperienced Pug Dad was a little preoccupied. Hudson was quite happy to run around the spacious dock at the breakwater at Poet's Cove Marina on Pender Island.
Hudson's adventuresome day started with exercise, some ball throwing off the dock, Dad didn't quite realize that Pugs can't get their mouths around a tennis ball, especially while swimming. Hudson went quite far into the very busy channel between the breakwater dock and the main/gas dock, chasing after that elusive ball. Dad almost had to jump in after him but Hudson somehow made his way back after weaving his way thru all the passing boats. A Miracle!
Later that afternoon we heard ' OMG I am SOO SORRY' as Pug Dad rushed over to a neighbouring boat to clean up Hudson's poop on their boat - he had not pooped on the deck, nor the cabin, but on the owner's bed.
Hudson's adventuresome day started with exercise, some ball throwing off the dock, Dad didn't quite realize that Pugs can't get their mouths around a tennis ball, especially while swimming. Hudson went quite far into the very busy channel between the breakwater dock and the main/gas dock, chasing after that elusive ball. Dad almost had to jump in after him but Hudson somehow made his way back after weaving his way thru all the passing boats. A Miracle!
Later that afternoon we heard ' OMG I am SOO SORRY' as Pug Dad rushed over to a neighbouring boat to clean up Hudson's poop on their boat - he had not pooped on the deck, nor the cabin, but on the owner's bed.
Bad Dog! Very Bad Dog! Glad to say the boat owners were very gracious!
That evening Party Pug helped himself to half a glass of my Baileys which I had left beside my chair, and then tripped up a beer or two on the dock which he quite happily licked up.
Drunken Dog...
Next thing I heard some time later while getting ready for bed was a thrashing, splashing around in the water just off the breakwater dock, the party had moved a little down the dock at that point.. 'Help, there is someone in the water' I called, moving quickly onto the dock. Everyone came running, Pug Dad in the lead... 'Hudson Hudson'!, and sure enough it was him. Unceremoniously he reached down and grabbed him and pulled him by the collar onto the dock. Do you need a towel I asked but no, Pug Dad said he had enough. I am sure at that point he had
definitely had enough.
That evening Party Pug helped himself to half a glass of my Baileys which I had left beside my chair, and then tripped up a beer or two on the dock which he quite happily licked up.
Drunken Dog...
Next thing I heard some time later while getting ready for bed was a thrashing, splashing around in the water just off the breakwater dock, the party had moved a little down the dock at that point.. 'Help, there is someone in the water' I called, moving quickly onto the dock. Everyone came running, Pug Dad in the lead... 'Hudson Hudson'!, and sure enough it was him. Unceremoniously he reached down and grabbed him and pulled him by the collar onto the dock. Do you need a towel I asked but no, Pug Dad said he had enough. I am sure at that point he had
definitely had enough.
The next morning...
Water helps, Hudson
This is Hudson later the next day, not too worse for wear.
Mercifully Pug Mom will never know. Unless she reads this....
Kalena
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