Pitiful Pound Puppy

Our littlest dog, Sugar, can be quite a sad little creature. She was a stray that ended up at the pound in Hamtramck, riddled with kennel cough, filth, and a gaping love deficiency. The latter issue has not been, and can never be, resolved. Sugar can not be loved enough to keep her from trembling when you tell her to stop jumping in your face, or cowering if you open a door too quickly in her general vicinity. Up until E was born, she spent a great deal of her life in Will's lap, basking in his affection.

Will and I discovered some time ago that when Sugar gets particularly emotional, she coos a bit if you give her an intense snuggle. It would often happen if we'd been away. Will would scoop her up, hug her close, and she'd make these great gurgling noises. So of course we wanted more. We wanted a singing dog. And we tried for awhile, to no avail.

Until now. The combination of her demoted status due to the baby, coupled with a week at a dog sitter's while I was in the U.S. brought on the first, and perhaps only, Sugar singing solo. And Praise Be to Steve Jobs, it was captured by my iPhone.