Some things are so surprising that you can’t make them up. True story: my daughter and her husband had two birth children, adopted five Haitian kids, moved to rural South Dakota while she went to online law school, she continued to work full time for an international adoption agency, she gradually became an expert in immigration law, and she opened a pug business.
Naturally, I had to write, “Pugs on the Plains”. This song is on my album, “Living Wide Open”. The health and happiness of the pugs Diana and her husband raise is paramount to her. She breeds them to be able to breathe (imagine that!), and to have eyes that don’t pop out of their heads. If someone wants to buy a dog from her but is rarely home, she politely tells them that their home is not a suitable environment for pugs, who are sociable and loving creatures. In case you didn’t know a surprising fact about pugs, here is one: a human has to be present when they whelp, because the mommy dog’s short snout prevents her from getting the amniotic sac off the puppies’ faces. So my daughter and her family take turns staying up through the night when a pug is giving birth in order to save the lives of the puppies. Without this kind of vigilance, they die. Wow. Nature is weird. But people had a strong hand in breeding in this kind of anomaly.
Enough rambling. Here is Pugs on the Plains.
Susan Rose: Singing Grandma 