The Wicked Mind of Pugs and Pug People

We pug people torture our pugs. After all, we are the ones there when the pug puppy decides to get up at 4am and stand on someone's head. Pugs do not have a purpose. They don't hunt, kill mice, or herd; they never bother to run very fast unless there is cheese waiting at the destination; for goodness sake, they don't even look all that good like a poodle to decorate their humans. Pugs are just pugs. They are fat, chunky, sturdy (choose your words), full of dignity. They have their ways in life, you can serve them, worship them, and be sneezed at. We pug people find ways to cope, and humor ourselves for being such pug slaves. And occasionally we humor our pugs too. Bucky never sits still long enough for a neat dress up portrait, nor would he tolerate any clothing on him, the collar is bad enough, thank you very much. But look at these pugs, look at the very last picture, how they manage to keep the fangs in the pug's mouth I'll never know. Those big googlie eyes .....