Ah yes, I’m standing in my Father’s study, where wall-to-wall pictures hang of our relatives over the past hundred years. There, mixed amongst the many Frenchies that came before me was Great Aunt Petunia—a pug.

As the story goes, Great Aunt Petunia was told by her sinister parents as a puppy, “Wait here,” while at the park, but they never returned. After several days wandering around lost, she was found by my Great Grandma, who brought Petunia home for a bath and a raw meal. My Great Grandparents tried many times to locate Petunia’s parents, but it was no luck. A month later, my Great Grandparents had grown rather fond of Petunia and decided to adopt her. Interestingly enough, she didn’t even realize she wasn’t a French Bulldog; she was under the impression that her ears were misshapen and tail was elongated because she was special.

Great Aunt Petunia definitely was special!

Prompted from Sadje’s What Do You See at: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/10/25/what-do-you-see-105-october-25-2021/.

Image credit to Charles Deluvio via Unsplash

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Phrase Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.com/2021/10/26/francis-the-frenchies-daily-phrase-challenge-october-26-2021/.