On pugs and children

My little girl (my English Lab) Bess was up sick all night last night, so we made many trips outside in the wee hours. (No pun intended.) She’s such a love, but sick or not, she seems to love sleeping during the day and not sleeping so much at night, which is leaving me rather incoherent. Then I had to drop her off at the vet to be spayed, and it’s so quiet here, without her snoring at my feet.

At any rate, here’s to the love of dogs, even if Lady Bertram’s Pug is ridiculously spoiled.

“She was a woman who spent her days in sitting, nicely dressed, on a sofa, doing some long piece of needlework, of little use and no beauty, thinking more of her pug than her children…”

Of Lady Bertram
Mansfield Park, volume 1, chapter 2