Pug Week

Two days ago I went to house to correct a digital TV problem. The house had a long gravel driveway that led to a parking area. I noticed after I backed into a spot that the back door had opened. I grabbed my signal-meter from the back of the van and headed for the door. The guy opened the storm door for me as I got to the porch. I said, 'Good morning,' and asked him to show me where the problem was. He directed me into the living room.

He was young. I am guessing nineteen or so. As we walked into the living room he said, 'our internet doesn't work, either.' I took care of his digital TV problem very quickly. I told him I would look at his internet. We went upstairs to the PC. As I looked at that problem a dog barked downstairs. I didn't even really notice. He looked at me and said, 'That's my pug.' I immediately stopped what I was doing turned my head to look at him and asked, 'You have a pug?' He said, 'Yes.'

I smiled broadly and said, 'I'm a pug-person, too!' He smiled. I asked, 'Fawn or Black?' He said, 'Black.' I told him I MUST see the dog before I leave. I showed him some pictures of my black pug. Of course, he obliged. Mine's been gone now for almost two years; I miss her very much. It was very nice to see her and get some pug kisses.

Today, just before noon I arrived at a job. The home had a thin floor-to-ceiling window adjacent to the door. I rang the bell. I heard a muffled bark and then I saw the face. It was a black pug, anxious to greet me at the door. I could hear the people inside trying to control the dogs. I couldn't wait to get inside. As they got ready I pulled out the pictures of Oprah from my clipboard. As soon as the man opened the door I smiled broadly and said, 'Sir, I'm the Cable guy, and I'm a pug-person, too!' I showed him the pictures of Op. He smiled and said, 'Well, c'mon in! This is Snuggy.' It turned out they had an older fawn pug, too.

It was great! They were very nice people; we traded pug stories. We talked about snorting, sneezing, wheezing, the wrinkles and those big brown eyes. You just gotta love them. They are the friendliest, smartest, most mellow small dogs; seems often they mirror the characteristics of their owners. Pug-people are most often very cool. WINK

The people today asked me to stop by when I get another one.
Once you go Pug, there's no coming back.
I know someday, I'll go back.
Gotta love those little dogs.

Hope you all are warm and had a good day, too.
Have a nice weekend, too.