Pugs are pretty popular. Ours has been popular since we got him eight years ago. Locally, he has following. A few years ago, girls in my brother’s high school had designed shirts with his picture on it and people constantly ask about him as if he’s our actual child. I don’t know if it’s because the dog is special, or we are…
Oscar Irwin found his way into my heart 8 years ago, at a time when pretty much any responsibility seemed like a hassle. He reminded us of George Burns, with his rawhide looking like a cigar and his old man face. I won’t bore you with the details, but I knew I had to have him; even though the seller told me he was discounted because he was “defective”. That’s right, she called my dog defective. He is not a dented can of soup; he is a living and barely breathing pug. There was no way I could leave him with those people. I have an idea, stop allowing people to interbreed their dogs.
Anyway, despite his “defective” breathing, he is a character. I got a pug training book once and I kid you not, the first line said: “So you want to train your pug, good luck”. Still I can’t imagine our home without the sound of snorting or the click-clack of his little paws as he tap dances down the hallway.
I suspect that this may attract the same people who watch the “pug tilting head” videos on YouTube. It’s late on a Sunday night and all I can think of is the little guy snoring next to me, this is all I got today. Enjoy!