the Notorious PUG

I have a pug named NOTORIOUS P.U.G. He is awesome.


I imagine having an awesome dog is a lot like having a child. You feel an incredible sense of pride when you realize he is going to be really, really good-looking. You feel inexplicable amusement when he does little things, like eat fallen food scraps or paw at himself in the mirror, because it seems completely unique. You talk about him a lot because he is completely fascinating, but really he is only fascinating to you.

Allow me to digress for a moment to discuss the fact that there is a fly AND a mosquito flying around my house right now. Every time I see something flap near my screen I crouch low in my chair, but then I feel relieved when I realize it's just the fly... but I know the mosquito is here too, and I must be vigilant.

Anyways, my pug is larger than other pugs. He actually IS unique. He weighs a whopping 34 lbs, and he ate a Chihuahua once, but I didn't notice until later, and I never started caring. Puggie is also the first dog that has not tried to run-away at the first opportunity, which says something about him-- or me.

In conclusion, dogs are just like babies covered in thick fur who never learn to talk.