And now it was Pulque's turn
Good bye Pulquito, I'll miss you
It's hard to write about Pulque. Despite us having had a ton of dogs (7 simultaneously at one point), Pulque was the one dog that was truly my dog, he was mine. He loved me and I loved him; he followed me around and hung out most of the time in my room, or in close company to me. He'd sit on my spare chair at the desk when I was in front of the computer (which was all the time).
He visited me in the U.S. and everyone loved him. I never wanted to bring him with me permanently because I spend most time at work and he'd be lonely (being used to always being around a ton of other dogs and having plenty of space to play). I hope I made the right decision because I can't change it anymore.
We rescued him from a very crappy situation; he lived in the parking lot for a super market (Gigante), where we witnessed the security guard kick him even though he wasn't trying to get in the store. It was also next to a burger stand that was allegedly later shut down due to serving dog meat. He was so friendly and trusting; we picked him up to save him from the guard, but then let him follow us around, when we opened the car door and patted the seat he instantly jumped in. We were in my ex-brother in law's car (he loved those burgers) . He only agreed because we promised we'd find him a new home. He would dump my sister in a few short months.
Pulque always seemed grateful, always happy (except when you wanted to take a picture of him, then he'd for some reason get depressed; he got over that after many years)
Love you Pulque, I'll miss you.
It's hard to write about Pulque. Despite us having had a ton of dogs (7 simultaneously at one point), Pulque was the one dog that was truly my dog, he was mine. He loved me and I loved him; he followed me around and hung out most of the time in my room, or in close company to me. He'd sit on my spare chair at the desk when I was in front of the computer (which was all the time).
He visited me in the U.S. and everyone loved him. I never wanted to bring him with me permanently because I spend most time at work and he'd be lonely (being used to always being around a ton of other dogs and having plenty of space to play). I hope I made the right decision because I can't change it anymore.
We rescued him from a very crappy situation; he lived in the parking lot for a super market (Gigante), where we witnessed the security guard kick him even though he wasn't trying to get in the store. It was also next to a burger stand that was allegedly later shut down due to serving dog meat. He was so friendly and trusting; we picked him up to save him from the guard, but then let him follow us around, when we opened the car door and patted the seat he instantly jumped in. We were in my ex-brother in law's car (he loved those burgers) . He only agreed because we promised we'd find him a new home. He would dump my sister in a few short months.
Pulque always seemed grateful, always happy (except when you wanted to take a picture of him, then he'd for some reason get depressed; he got over that after many years)
Love you Pulque, I'll miss you.