The 4th of July celebration at the Bindy family home this year was attended by an eclectic bunch I didn't know well enough to ignore from catatonia in a nearby lounge chair. So, I noticed when the kids disappeared for a while. I found them behind closed door, engrossed in an enthusiastic debate around a piece of paper. They explained they were writing a song about their love for pugs.
Daisy had pulled me aside earlier to confide, "I will never say pug ugly EVER AGAIN. Bindy's pugs are aDORable!"
In recent times, my kids' dad might have suggested we consider the term pug ugly as a defensive strategy against Bin's general bad attitude toward the dogs that run in our reorganized family pack. Bin's and my dog grudge match started several years ago, when my dog Sadie occasionally bit a member of Bin's family. I would characterize the incidents as more herding nips than bites and it never happened with anyone else's family, but Bindy might tell a different story. All I can say is I didn't see Bin's family acting naughty, but I trust Sadie to know who's out of line.
So when I adopted my rescued dog Scout a while back, I wasn't surprised when Bindy said he's not cute. She also doesn't believe that Scout is a designer breed, as I was thrilled to discover on the internet. I am certain that Scout is a Border Collie by Corgi, aka Borgi.
But here's where it starts to get personal - Bindy claims that Scout isn't even a long dog, which is madness because the dog is shaped like a corndog. I can't tell you how many times I've discussed the issue of whether Scout is a long dog with friends and family, and everyone always says my dog is long. Because I never waste my time arguing about things that don't matter . . . got that, Bindy?
Anyway, going back to last weekend, the kids finally rejoined Bindy's 4th of July party and asked me to get everyone in the same room for their performance. I wasn't completely comfortable in that role but the kids were singing a song they wrote, and by god, there would be an audience.
People were polite but the room wasn't filled with warm fuzzies at the end of the performance. I compensated by declaring, "That was GREEAAT . . ." while snorting loudly. I made eye contact with one person before exiting the room. The kids later told me it was perfect because pugs snort too. I think I'll take that one.
And here's What the Pug. The lyrics really aren't bad.