I switched tomorrow’s assignment with today’s, as inspiration struck at the dog park. The project was to make up a name and write a back story for a stranger you see today.
Eloise met a boy pug today, and the two became fast friends.
Declan, which is Irish in origin and may have meant “full of goodness”. Seems a fitting descriptor of a pug to me. Plus, it is the name Elvis Costello was born with. So, here is the story of pug Declan’s life.
Declan was born in Ireland in 2006. In 2008, Declan and his pug mom, Caira (a black pug) fled their home. They were attempting to escape a life of torture: their mistress did not believe in any sort of snack or treat between meals, required them to walk at least 5 kilometers a day, and made them sleep on dog beds, rather than with her. They managed to make it all the way to Dublin by stowing away in a farmer’s truck. They snuck onto a bus and made it to the airport when his mom got caught. Before she disappeared, she told him to make his way to the United States, the land of spoiled pugs, no matter what.
Declan, as his pug mom insisted, managed to make his way to New York, by stowing away on a plane that went from Dublin to JFK. Unfortunately, he got caught by a customs agent at the airport and was sent to the CACC (a kill shelter) in the Harlem. Declan was petrified; there were big barking dogs everywhere and certainly no warm beds or treats in sight. On that very day, though, a woman named Susie went looking for a dog to rescue at the CACC. It was love at first sight. Susie took him home, gave him treats, then dinner, then more treats, took him for a short walk around the block, and brought him back home, where the two curled up in her big, soft, warm bed for the night. And the two have lived together happily since that day. He had longed for the companionship of an older and wiser pug until today, when he met Eloise. . .
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!