Pug Life

Growing up I’ve always had a pet around. My father was notorious for bring a stray dog or cat home. My mom never allowed them in the house, but I would occasionally sneak them in for a snuggle. I never knew how much they meant to me until they were gone and when I didn’t have them, I felt pretty lonely.

My husband and I have experienced and shared many dogs throughout our lives; from Labs, Elkhounds, Shar-Pei’s to mutts. But nothing, I tell you, will ever compare to than a Pug.

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Our first pug was Daisy. Daisy lived to be about 10 years old. She taught us everything we needed to know about the pug world. With the first lessen being if you want your own personal stalker, a pug is right for you. See, a pug will follow you everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Including the bathroom to watch you shower or just to keep you company while your doing your business.

Another lesson is pugs shed. And shed. And shed. A lot. They shed so much I could knit a sweater for someone…if I knew how to knit, but I don’t. Come to my house and you will be picking fur off your clothes for days, there will be at least one strand of fur on the table, your plate or in your glass. It’s inevitable and it drives me crazy! It does not matter how often I vacuum. If you don’t want a dog that sheds, I do not recommend a pug.

Each pug has their own characteristic. Daisy spent her days with her tongue sticking out.

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Boomer spent his days running around getting into things, stealing things and chasing birds. From the picture i took through the screen door, he looks like he spent his days drinking. He was the devil of pugs, he lived to be 12.

Boomer Drinking
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Pepper is our most current pug.

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We adopted her and when we got her she had not been taken care of. Pugs require attention and I don’t mean just love. Their ears need constant cleaning as well as the folds of their noses and their skin is sensitive. When we first brought Pepper home she was wound up like Boomer and I thought OH my gosh, no. She was covered in fleas, very thin and barked at everything. After some much needed care, she was cleaned, flea free, updated on her shots, and was instantly put into a routine. We assumed she was abused because if we were too loud she would cower and hide. Poor baby. We gave her so much love and it paid off. She is basically attached to my hip. Remember what I said about the personal stalker?

When I come home from work, Pepper greets me at the door and will not quit barking until I give her some loving. Of course it makes our big, 70 pound dog jealous and she has to bulldoze Pepper out of the way making sharing the love difficult at times. But this little dog makes all the daily stressors go away; I swear I can feel my blood pressure drop. I love this little dog so much. She has the sweetest disposition, I just can’t get enough of her!

This is what life should be like. Dogs do not judge and they love unconditionally. It does not matter how bad my day was, or if I didn’t look my best. Pepper is there to show me she loves me, despite my flaws and sometimes poor attitude.

Pepper is also there to vacuum the kitchen floor of any crumbs. Now that my friends is pug life.

Let's Go!
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Let’s go!


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Robin is an Administrator with experience in account management, marketing and job coaching. Her background is executive management, marketing and healthcare. Fueled by her passion for understanding the nuances in motivating her teams to work effectively and efficiently, she inspires through a creative mindset and humor while allowing individuals to express themselves through their talents. Robin's knowledge and determination to rationalize and apply systems, assists others in generating effective time management and workflow. She believes the key to success is through mindfulness, positive support and collaboration.

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