We made it through another year, and wishing you many more happy days with us! So much we've learned in 14 years, since the cold winter day we found you in the flea market, with a flea, the tiny 2 lb 7 oz bundle. You were all mouth and belly, kept eating, (pooping!), and growing, doubling your weight in three weeks. When you were a youngster you made your brother and sisters chase you to no end, until Mom caught you, and you gave her a dirty look and called her a "Traitor"!
Life was good so we gave you a human little brother that you so deserved. Dog, was his second word, right after Mama, and the first word he learned to spell. You inspired the little boy to be a puppy dog, cause you got away with being you.
Old age is giving you the dignity, and plenty of excuse for your obnoxious ways. A pug that eats is a good pug. A pug that barks is a healthy pug. A pug that gives us the stare demanding attention is a happy pug.