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Lily the Diva Pug

On my way home from the subway the other day, I passed a man walking 4 pugs. 4 pugs! The sight made me smile. As I got a few steps past the group, I noticed a 5th canine member of their happy family: a pug named Lily.

Lily had distanced herself from the hyper, tongue-wagging silliness of the rest of the group. Her red leash lay slack on the sidewalk. Though the man was calling her earnestly, Lily pretended not to hear. She stood, she stared, she ignored my curious look. She sauntered over to examine a parked bicycle, sniffed it, was not impressed. She paused as if considering her options. Eventually, when she had made clear that it was her choice to do so, she rejoined her pug brethren and they continued on their way.

A few days later I saw the brood crossing 1st Avenue, attracting the attention of several passers-by. Four of the pugs trotted in unison at the man’s heels, but there – there was Lily again! Feet defiantly scraping the asphalt, Lily was being dragged across the street at the end of her red leash. Every inch of her scrambling figure screamed, “I refuse! I go my own way!” I laughed out loud on the sidewalk.

I like to think of these scenes as little presents from God. It’s like God is saying, “Hey Kristy, wanna see something funny?” (and being omniscient, He knows my answer is “Always!”) Then He paints me a peculiar pug picture, and we share a laugh during my commute.

Neighborhood diva dogs: Just one of the many, many ways He provides for me.