It started innocently enough. A puppy seems innocent, right? (Well, cute at any rate.) One day my sister Emily introduces a pug into our lives. Brandy Mo. Delicate. Socially awkward. Lover of people food. Before I know it, my parents are calling her the “grand-pug,” allowing her to sit on the furniture and even sleep on their bed. What has the world come to?
|A Brandy and Em Christmas card.|
I thought I knew.
|Not to be outdone by the labs, Brandy learned to swim!|
And then there were two.
|Em spends a good deal of time at the dog park now.|
One day Emily brings home another pug. Frankie. A street pug. Scrappy. Resourceful. Lover of chocolate cake. This one introduces dissension into the ranks, incites riots and plans covert snack-stealing operations. Seriously, she’s sneaky.
|Frankie also learned to swim thanks to Brandy’s hand-me-down life jacket. Yes, I said life jacket.|
Sneaky and sweet. She gets under your skin after awhile and you can’t help but love that quirky face.
|Poor Sadie gets clobbered by the Puggles.|
See what I mean?
|I’m telling you, this one is fierce.|
And I blinked and then there were three!
|Tim’s transformation from dog drill sergeant to pug-spoiler has been rapid.|
Only this one my bewitched step dad, Tim, brought home. A purebred pug named Makanui which means “big eyes” in Hawaiian. (I will have to confirm this with my roomate.)
|Eric does not seem pleased by the addition.|
I don’t know what she’s like just yet, but I can only imagine that future family gatherings will be a pug round up for sure!
Any animal obsessions in your family?