Here’s a piece of cruel irony, dear reader: why is that pugs are so incredibly cute as puppies, and then begin to look excruciatingly unattractive by around age five? Now of course there are exceptions to this rule, such as yours truly, but for the most part it is a dramatic downhill tumble for this breed of dog. How many people happily and enthusiastically choose to adopt pugs that are gray of muzzle, snaggle of tooth, and wide of girth? I believe puppies are cute so that they can secure a place in some besotted human’s home before the transformation begins!
Now, I am not one to think too much about personal appearance but I did have occasion last week, while out on a walk with Mom, to notice my reflection in a storefront window. I’m afraid I was so taken with my appearance (I was in a beautiful Etro sweater and fitted orange boots…and yes, the weather was terrible) that I quickly put on my brakes, stopped, and then took a long second look. Dang, I looked good and I’m not ashamed to admit my age. I am 8 years old, and by my reckoning, that puts me near the Beatles’ famous sixty-four human years.
Sometimes it is important to look at oneself clearly and see both the inner and outer beauty. I think pug owners must do that a lot.
What? You thought I'd show you some hideous image of an old pug? Not bloody likely. I'm a pug on top of his game here.
I don’t know about you, dear reader, but that Lizzie can sound so insipid sometimes. Because I am a generous pug by nature, I thought that I was doing her a big favor by letting her vent a little, but she writes this saccharine drivel that just makes me want to boot! I know, I know, she means well but she needs to toughen up a bit…
At any rate, not wanting to turn into the Andy Rooney of pugs, I need to bring up one more subject that has been plaguing me for years…and that is the “pocket pug” thing. Now it doesn’t bother me because, quite frankly, I don’t see it or feel it. But every time we go out, people feel compelled to say, “OHHHHH, they are sooooo cute and tiny” or, “I’ve never seen such LITTLE pugs in my life” or, “Are they miniature pugs?” After all of these years, I’ve reached a saturation point. I have never felt anything resembling the little pug syndrome and I wish people wouldn’t assume that just because I’m small I’m in some way disadvantaged or diminished. No one would think that if they had seen me back in my Boston days, leading Newfies and Bouvier des Flandres by their leashes at the dog park. I’ve stood up to and held my own against Bull Mastiffs. I am just a naturally gregarious alpha male pug,and size has nothing do with it!
Okay, folks, I get it…I’m cute, but don’t forget I am also a male with the neck of a bull and the heart of a lion.
Until I vent again,
As you can see, dear readers, I am a fierce looking pug.