I walked in the door and the little old pug was snoring on the carpet in the entryway. It was a very exposed place to be sleeping and seemed a bit odd. She was a loyal little girl and probably fell asleep waiting for me. Her snoring was somnolent and every time I listened for more than a minute, I became hypnotized and started to doze myself. She was in a deep sleep and I called her name. She didn’t stir. I bent over and said her name more loudly and still she didn’t move an eyelash. I nudged her and she snored on. Then she stopped breathing. I pushed her and her body moved like a soaked sock full of sand. The thought rushed to my mind that she maybe she had passed, but hadn’t she been breathing just a moment ago when I walked in the door? Suddenly her legs stretched and she inhaled a deep noisy breath and got to her feet. She looked at me and wagged her tail. I proposed to her, “C’mon, let’s get something to eat.” She was off like a rocket and shooting to the kitchen.
That’s a pug. They love food. They love fun. They most definitely must have descended from the Sybarites. My sweet little pug even has my scheduled memorized so she knows when it’s the best time to head into the kitchen. She knows the routine and as soon as she hears my footsteps she’s there to greet me with her huge soulful eyes and dog smile. She spins with joy and snorts to the heavens that it’s time to eat! She’s expectant and watches my every move. Anticipating a small morsel of something, anything. She believes in equal opportunity. No food is discriminated against. She gets chubby quick, so I hold back. It’s so fun to feed her, but when she gets too round, she can barely waddle.
Ms. Pug McSnore likes to cuddle too. She makes a warm companion, with a thick coat that feels like velvet. Her little body is warm and comforting and she makes a great winter cozy. She’s the antidote to insomnia. Take her to bed and you will quickly find that her deep breathing would seduce any insomniac into the shadowy land of Nod. If only physicians could prescribe pug snores rather than sedatives.
Taking a pug out in public like having a living social network follow you everywhere you go. Constant exclamations of “Oh, she’s so cute!”, ” I love pugs!”, “She’s so funny!”, ” Can I take her picture for my girlfriend?” follow you as you move through the store, the groomer’s, the dog park and even the parking lot. People are happy when they see a pug and by the end of my errands, I’m smiling unconsciously and I’m happy too. The world is happy because of this one little Ms. Pug McSnore.
