Our dog is the best. I know everyone says that there dog is, but Abby really is.
Actually she picked us. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a Pug. So when Nate agreed, we searched out some good breeders in the area. When one invited us to see their recent litter of puppies, we brought both Nathan (who was 4 and quite active) and Emily wasn’t quite crawling yet to see what would happen. There were three puppies left – a fawn (light colored) male and female and one black female. I had really wanted a fawn colored pug, so we played with those two first. But they were shy and kept hiding in the doggy crate.
The little black female pug didn’t hide. She was happy, bouncing around, and kept trying to climb onto my lap. She didn’t seem in the least disturbed that Nathan was running around or that Emily was screeching. It didn’t take us long to make our decision. The little black Pug was going to be ours. And we became hers.
I think she was a little crazy. Still is. But that’s why she fits in with our family so well. Because we live in a bit of a nut house.
Here she is on her favorite chair, or rather falling out of her favorite chair. It was the kids’ chair, but it’s become hers. And yes it’s dirty, but I’ve given up trying to keep it perfectly clean because well it’s the pug chair now.
The biggest thing that worries Abby is were to hide her bones. If we give her one of her favorite treats, a Greenie, she whines and paces and searches frantically for the best place to hide it. She is so funny. I have found bones hidden under the couch cushions, upstairs under the beds, and even under Nate’s pillow.
Here she is, stressed out about where to put her bone.