When we first brought Mazey into our home as a foster, our observations were that she was overweight, nearly blind, half of her nails were curling into her paws, she had never walked on a leash, and couldn’t display a single obedience command. For the first couple of weeks she stayed glued to her bed (which we found out later that she never had one; and she’s over nine year old!). Once finding out she has severe luxating patella’s, a bladder stone, broken jaw, and calcium deposits, we thought for sure we would never be able to find her a home. After all, this is a dog that has to be pushed in a stroller on walks! Since Mazey was on medical hold before she could be adopted, we accepted that she was going to be in our home for a while so we must make the best of it (even if it meant feeling ridiculous pushing a pug in a stroller)! As time passed, there were things we learned to count on: Wagging her tail ecstatically when we come home, stroller rides, rolling over in bed in the mornings to get a belly rub, dancing and doing the “buckin’ bronco” at dinner time, finding a bed in any room even if it is in the most unconventional form; like a pile of clothes on the floor, watching her nose wiggle back and forth at the slight chance there is food coming her way, and coming home to see her and Olive snuggling on a bed together. Before adopting Mazey we had already planned our vacation to the beach so we decided to take her with us. We weren’t sure how much fun she could have but we gave her the benefit of the doubt and let her run free on the beach. She ran farther than we had ever seen her walk! At that point, we realized we loved watching Mazey discover herself and didn’t want to let any of those moments go. Turning ten this fall, Mazey is healthier, stronger, sweeter, and more excited about life than ever. Each day she manages to put multiple smiles on our faces and to others who pass her by. Today we couldn’t imagine a day without her.

Pugs and Kisses,
The Boyds,
Ann, Jimmy, Olive, Mazey, and Mr. Hobbles