We had to put our old Lab down this AM. Tumors, bad hips, and just 14-15 years of loud, loveable Labrador living. We've had Pugs, and many others, over the years, and they are all great gifts.
Pugs are great ... Here's Puggy Sue, pretty lame name. She was an abused dog my parents got after my dog Spike (also a pug) died. Her name was Puggy, my sister threw on the Sue. She is a pretty good dog, and is VERY protective of my mom and sister, she has trapped a few people in the bathroom . She's vicious . We also had Coco, and we were foster parents for Bosco (a black pug). He was too territorial with Coco so he had to move on to a new home.
Matt
Walosi, sorry to hear about your dog. The worst part about pets is out-living them.
Everybody is doing fine and the younger ones are doing their best to grow perfectly round on mom's milk. The book says they are supposed to spend 90% of their time sleeping and 10% suckling during the first week. This batch seems to have gotten that backwards.
Walosi,
I am sorry to hear about the lab. It is hard to lose old friends.
I'll admit, I posted a bit for the sympathy (and it is appreciated, gentlemen) but the main thought was, that when all that love left with the old gal, look at how much more came in to fill the void - that is the cycle.
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