Story of Fugly, One F'n Ugly Dog!...
by Tigress Luv & Glass
son came to visit me this week, and with him came his puppy, Floppy.
Now the minute I laid eyes on Floppy I just had to rename him to
'Fugly'... and for those of you who are a little confused on this new
name I gave him, let me tell you that 'Fugly' is a polite way of
calling him 'F****** Ugly'! And I mean Fugly. This dog is about the
ugliest dog I have ever seen. Yet I instantly fell in love
Being just a puppy he still towered above all my dogs, tripping and
stepping all over them in his clumsy, puppy way. OK, yes I
have teeny-weeny Pomeranians, but I also have some pretty healthy and
fair-sized American Eskimos, too! Now, without a doubt, little 'big'
Fugly will never be a candidate for the Westminster Kennel Club Dog
Show! A mixed breed, he is part Boxer, part Airedale Terrier, and part
'Traveling Man'...and one, big ugly mess! He has the broad
head and wide-eye set of a boxer, but his head seems to be about ten
times too big for his body. It actually looks painful to hold up, and
especially so since he has an even uglier long, skinny neck -
like that of a giraffe! He has ENORMOUS ears...in fact, the day he came
to visit me all Qwest communications in our area went down.
Coincidence? I think not! I swear he can pick up Deep Space Signals
with those things. But, the really funny part about Fugly is his coat.
He has sort of a short, smooth 'Boxer' coat but with all these wiry
'terrier' hairs randomly sticking out all over the place...especially
around his muzzle and chin. What can I say? The dog is just plain
Fugly! But so damned sweet and lovable...
....that I don't want him to ever leave.
The more you look at Fugly, though, the cuter he gets. His coat is
actually strangely odd yet uniquely beautiful at the same time. Each
hair is ticked, starting out as beige at the root and up until about
three-quarters of the way up where it is then dipped at the tip in a
glittery, 'sparkling' sable color, which makes him look like he is
'shimmering' in different and changing metallic colors as he walks. His
eyes are warm and sweet. And he's smart, too. It took him about one
minute in my backyard desert to learn that you don't lift your leg on a
cactus. A pup learning on the first mistake makes for one pretty smart
dog, wouldn't you say? And he likes to sleep with me, too. Right smack
dab on top of my head!
I'm so in love with Fugly that I told my son when he left that Fugly
had to stay. My son just laughed at me.
Meeting Fugly reminded me of the story of 'Ugly'. I thought
that this week - instead of breakup tips - I'd relate this story to
you. Why? Because sometimes instead of advice we just need a damned
Integrity of Ugly...
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly
was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world:
fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, loving. These three
things, together with a life spent outside, had taken their toll on
Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should
have been, was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same
side. His left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and
had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always
turning the corner. His tail had long been lost, leaving only the
smallest stub which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray, striped tabby except for the sores
covering his head and neck. Even his shoulders were covered with thick,
yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly, there was the same
reaction...That's one UGLY cat! All the children were warned not to
touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him
when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when
he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned
the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up
and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body
around your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would
come running, meowing frantically, bumping his head against their
hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up, he would
immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could
One day Ugly tried to be friendly to
the neighbor's huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly
mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I rushed to his
aid. By the time I got to him, it was apparent that Ugly's sad life was
almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet puddle, his back legs and lower
back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white stripe of
fur that ran down his front.
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him
wheezing and gasping and I could feel him struggling. It must be
hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging,
sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain and suffering,
obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to
me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his
one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of
Even in the greatest pain, that ugly,
battle-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some
compassion. At that moment, I thought Ugly was the most beautiful,
loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or
scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just
looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him
for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed
little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true
pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more
about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk
show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside,
and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply,
to give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well-liked, or
beautiful. But for me? I will always try to be Ugly.
Today's Inspiration, Poem
ugly there would be no beauty. Without despondence there would be no
hope. Without thee there would be no me."
~Tigress Luv, the Breakup Guru
Prayer or Thought:
"Will God Save You?
There was a man whose farm was located on the banks of a flood-swollen
river. As the water rose, a neighbor drove up in a Jeep, urging him to
leave before the farm was flooded.
"Oh, no," said the man confidently, "God will save me."
The water rose higher, and the man was forced to move into the second
story of the farmhouse. A police boat soon came, and the officers
called for the man to hurry and get into their boat.
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary," the man insisted. "God will save me."
Finally the house was completely engulfed in water, and a Coast Guard
helicopter swooped in to rescue the man, now perched on the roof. Again
he refused. Just then, a huge wave of water swept over the house, and
the man drowned.
When he got to heaven, he stormed at the Lord, asking WHY God had let
him die when his faith had been so strong.
"What do you mean?" asked the heavenly Father. "I sent a Jeep, a boat,
and a helicopter ... and you wouldn't budge!" ~ Author Unknown
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