We used to have a bomber jacket for one of our pugs, but then he got sort of pissy about it. The sweater he sort of liked, though; we actually were looking for it yesterday, but no doubt the moths and mice did away with long ago.
Wouldn't you know, the pug referred to here is ... Newton Saxe (Newt)!
Smile.
(P.S. Yes, all three pugs get two names each, both referring to scientists/mathematicians. Growing up, all of my pets were named after composers. The cat who died three years ago at 21 was the one anomaly: my one bit of naming rebellion, I guess.)
Anyway, I know I'm just rattling.
So pleased about Tige. I'm sorry I didn't get the backstory sooner, cause I sure do understand it.
(Our YOUNGEST pug, though not abused in the way Newton Saxe was, had two previous owners before he came to his--our--permanent home. We got him from the humane society. Suckers, we are. Well, in his case, more me: I'm the one who absolutely insisted. And--can you believe it?--I actually still consider myself a cat person [though I don't have a feline companion anymore]?I'm just a sucker ... what can I say?)
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I am having a hard time handling the cuteness of that dog in boots. The Italian grandmother in me is itching to pinch his cheeks!
Awwwwwww.
We used to have a bomber jacket for one of our pugs, but then he got sort of pissy about it. The sweater he sort of liked, though; we actually were looking for it yesterday, but no doubt the moths and mice did away with long ago.
Wouldn't you know, the pug referred to here is ... Newton Saxe (Newt)!
Smile.
(P.S. Yes, all three pugs get two names each, both referring to scientists/mathematicians. Growing up, all of my pets were named after composers. The cat who died three years ago at 21 was the one anomaly: my one bit of naming rebellion, I guess.)
Anyway, I know I'm just rattling.
So pleased about Tige. I'm sorry I didn't get the backstory sooner, cause I sure do understand it.
(Our YOUNGEST pug, though not abused in the way Newton Saxe was, had two previous owners before he came to his--our--permanent home. We got him from the humane society. Suckers, we are. Well, in his case, more me: I'm the one who absolutely insisted. And--can you believe it?--I actually still consider myself a cat person [though I don't have a feline companion anymore]?I'm just a sucker ... what can I say?)
I do like you, Pooh, and your friends.
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