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I often get questions or laughs about my dog
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My dog, Wren, is a Chug, a rather funny-looking mixture of a Pug and Chihuahua. She has a brownish coat and a tail that curls and uncurls depending on what she’s doing. She’s short, stout, and full of personality. Her most distinguishing feature, though, is the under-bite that graces her mouth and seems to be under the constant attention of everyone she meets.

Wren is a funny dog. She likes to chase squirrels, but never comes close to catching one. Her efforts are funny, though. She also likes to sit on her belly in the grass and bask in the sun. She is quite a lap dog and will scratch your hand with her paw until you pet her. When she’s excited she’ll run around the yard or house, jumping from furniture to furniture and wagging her tail. Simply the way she moves is cute, taking quick little steps with her little legs, little ears and little tail flopping in perfect synchronization with each other.

Perhaps funniest of all, she has a bit of a Napoleon complex. Despite being our smallest full-grown dog, and my mom being a dog trainer (we have a lot of dogs), she’s easily one of our most aggressive. She’s a natural guard dog and barks excessively at any visitors we have. When it’s dinnertime, she’s there; she barks at any other dogs that are present, and her front paws are always perched on my mom’s boyfriend’s knee, waiting for a stray piece of food to hit the floor.

Most important of all, Wren came to us in our time of need. We found Wren on the road on the way to school my sophomore year, and she has been a perfect companion ever since. We had her through my dad’s death, and she was a great snuggle buddy and continues to be such.

Through all of this, there is a life lesson. Oftentimes, we may see people at the side of the road who are down on their luck, and yet we never seem to stop and help them. Why is it any different with dogs? As soon as we see a dog that’s cute and will let you pick her up, we hop at the opportunity and take said dog in. The problem here is that humans are not the same; we might avert our eyes upon seeing a homeless person or a person in need simply because it’s unsightly and not cute like a puppy might be. This in itself says something about human nature; we’re attracted to attractive things, and homeless people don’t quite fit that description.

However, it doesn’t need to be this way. Although we usually can’t pick up homeless people for safety reasons, if one can do something to help a homeless person that’s within reason, we should. It could be as simple as buying them lunch, then one should jump at such an opportunity.

We made Wren the happiest dog on earth by picking her up that day, and it’s our civil duty to provide that to other people and not judge based on superficial things such as appearance.