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After spending six
months with this family I know how it is to have a real home
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I'm very
happy living here in Fremont, even if this picture doesn't show it very well.
After all, it was only a little after I
came home from the Vet -- where they said I was "fixed."
Fixed? Sounds and feels a lot more like
"broken!" I guess that's why they call that thing around my neck a
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playing out in the backyard.
Here I am with my Aunt Pauli's purple
rope.
She let's me play with it sometimes --
mainly because I'm a lot faster than she is, and she can't catch me too
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Here's one of
those times I get to help out my Aunt Pauli doing "pug things."
This pug thing is called "Sniffing the
Ground."
Someday I'll figure out why we do this
a lot. |
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This last December 25th was my first Christmas celebration ever.
It seems to be one of those times when
humans like to dress us pugs up in festive garments.
My Aunt Pauli doesn't much care for it
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| Out in the
yard again.
This is one of my more "macho" looks --
showing off my long and strong legs, not to mention what my Human Mom calls "bat ears." |
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When my Aunt
Pauli does manage to catch me with her purple rope, it's time for that "Tug
of War" game. She usually
gets tired of it before I do. |
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Dress up time again!
This time it was for some
special time called St. Patrick's Day.
I do give new meaning to the term "Black
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So
that's the end of this page in my life.
I am a happy little puggie (but getting
bigger every day).
Come back and visit often.
And if you have anything to say, just send
me an email at GusThePug@comcast.net
or sign my Aunt Pauli's Guest Book by clicking on the button below. |