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the time the last one was born, Chynna was eagerly cleaning and nursing them.
    Over the next eight weeks, the puppies grew quickly and homes were found for all of them except of course our little fawn girl, Crystal. She quickly assumed the role of Queen of the House from her mother, and Shotzy again became a surrogate father, play toy, pillow for her. Angel also did her part—one day when the puppies were about seven weeks old I heard them fighting loudly in the back bedroom where their improvised puppy pen had been set up. As I walked back to the room, I could see Angel sitting on the bed watching them with interest. Looking into the pen, I could see all six puppies pulling a tug-of-war on a bird that Angel had brought in for them. Apparently she didn’t think we were feeding them enough!
    Chynna and Crystal went everywhere they could with us. Camping and fishing trips every month during the summer. One year we camped at a different site, and after the first hike up the mountain to see the views both dogs developed horrible limps, holding one of their front paws up in the air. I looked at their pads, between their toes, but couldn’t find any reason for the pain. The rest of the trip they were carried as far as a clearing to go to the bathroom and then spent the rest of the trip resting on pillows. Any attempt to make them walk past the clearing would result in a great deal of pain and limping. I decided that as soon as we got home I was going to have to take them to the vet. When we arrived back home I opened the truck door and climbed out, preparing to pick up and carry the pugs to the house. Amazingly, both dogs jumped out of the truck and ran happily to the house, their excitement to be home unable to be contained. The little brats had been faking it all along, just to avoid going back up the hill and enjoying all the extra pampering and spoiling they got as a result!
    The following year I lost my job as the California economy took a dive and employers were forced to lay off employees in order to stay alive. After going through our savings trying to keep the house, we lost it to foreclosure and moved into a 5th wheel trailer parked on the property of a friend.
    Taking three dogs and a cat was not an option, and so the decision was made to find homes for Shotzy and Angel since the pugs would “fit” easier into the 5th wheel, and with coyotes in the area, Angel would not have been able to be an outside cat. Unknown to me, Will had made the decision before actually discussing it with me and had put an ad in one of the local papers. Within the next week I came home twice to find that one of them had gone. Each time I was very upset that I had not been given the opportunity to meet the new owners or say my good-byes to them.
    I can see now how Will’s complete disregard for my feelings for Shotzy and Angel were just another sign of his disregard for my feelings at all. I had lost my independence and my individuality as well. I wasn’t allowed to have an opinion unless it was his opinion. I wasn’t allowed to listen to my choice of music, or watch TV shows I wanted. I couldn’t have friends unless they were his friends. If he had a hobby or interest that he was passionate about, I was expected to be just as passionate about it as he was, and could not have any hobby or interests that did not include him or that he wasn’t equally passionate about. When we voted—always by absentee ballot—our cards were punched together so that our votes were the same, regardless of whether or not I agreed with his choices. Discussing any difference of opinion on politics, religion, or any other issue was always a good way to start a fight where no matter what the issue was I was always going to be wrong. I simply wasn’t allowed to have any difference of opinion so there was no need to discuss anything. His word was rule, regardless of whether it was based on solid knowledge or a prejudice based on ignorance and