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The Case of the Purloined Pug

Apologies to Edgar Allan Poe for the adaptation of his famous title, but it is so fitting for today’s revelation. I know that many of you fear I have too jaundiced a view of life, and more specifically, of love. In order to dispel that notion, dear reader, I have decided to reveal the most intimate and guarded emotional experience of my life.

If you recall, I made reference in my earliest writing to my mom being the alpha and omega, next to food, of my life. For most of you, this probably went flying past your cognitive processing center, and so I am refreshing your memory. It is important to the context of what I am about to reveal: that pugs do feel love —  intensely and passionately. There, I’ve said it and I’m not ashamed! I haven’t felt that emotion for another pug (as you humans tend to fantasize) but I surely did the first time I laid eyes on my mom.

I mentioned that she is a knockout, but that had nothing to do with the kismet like quality of our introduction. When she came to meet me at the breeder’s, our initial contact was cataclysmic…the earth literally moved for me. The electrical connection between us was instantaneous, and nothing could have kept me from bounding into her outstretched arms. Yes, she stole my heart and my soul, dear reader.

For those of you who doubt that such depth of emotion can exist for a pug, well then, just look deeply into your own pug’s eyes and see what he or she is trying to tell you every day.What my mom and I share “let no man tear asunder.” Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom. You had me at “Hello, Mason.”

 

Respectfully submitted,

 

Mason

 

While this isn't a great shot of yours truly, it does show a romantic wedding and my loving devotion to the bride.

While this isn't a great shot of yours truly, it does show a romantic wedding and my loving devotion to the bride.

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The Myth of Valentine’s Day, or What’s Love Got to Do With It?

You know the gene pool is mighty shallow when all a pug can come up with to write about is Valentine’s Day and what she is grateful for! I apologize to you, dear reader, for having to read Lizzie’s pitiful pap. A lot of you will chastise me for being so harsh, and yes, she is well intended but is so lacking in substance. She did, however, spawn some introspective thinking for me when she made reference to the holiday you humans seem to adore…Valentine’s Day. Now for a pug, it is the same as any other day of the year and we attach no significance to its interpretation. I hate to be a “bah, humbug” kind of pug, but I cannot lie.

 In light of Facebook’s recent debut of “25 things you might not know about me” here is a little newsflash about yours truly…I am a father. Many of you may let escape a little “Oooooh, how sweet” or “I bet he’s a really good dad.” Neither of these observations applies. See, in my realm, being a father is strictly a biological function. Quite frankly I don’t even remember being consulted, and furthermore I didn’t even know the bitch (I am speaking strictly in canine terminology, folks). There were no hearts and flowers, no wooing, and no life promises in this relationship. I will spare my more sensitive readers the details, but suffice it to say I was not an active participant!

 After the birth of my progeny, I was relieved of any future siring possibilities by the dreaded neutering procedure. I can honestly state that I suffered no ill effects, aside from being incredibly drowsy for a day. And yes, my pups were quite beautiful even though I only saw photos of them (which I’ve attached). So for a male pug, there isn’t a lot of fathering or romance in our lives.  Lizzie, however, attributes love to everything and maybe it is different for pugs that mother a litter (as she did). She is a sentimental fool, though, and sometimes I have to turn a deaf ear to her drivel.

There you have it…a pug’s take on Valentine’s Day. And, for those of you who may be concerned about overpopulating the pug world, I am a champion and was therefore obligated to reproduce at least once.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

P.S. Today is my 8th birthday…no big deal but I’m just putting it out there..

 

Pretty cute little fellow, isn't he?

Pretty cute little fellow, isn't he?

Two more beauties...I think my genes speak for themselves!

Two more beauties...I think my genes speak for themselves!

 

 

 

 

 

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