THE PUG PAGE

THE PUGS

Barbara has a LOVE for the special breed of dog called the PUG.

Pugs are actually little princesses covered in fur, as Barbara says,
The Pug looks at you and asks “What have you done for ME lately”

You really don’t know what life is all about until you have been owned by a PUG.

Here are a few pics of the little fur covered sausages.

UPDATE

5/1/2008

Back at the end of April, Little Leah Passed on.

It was an unexpected problem,a blockage in her windpipe that she probably had a long time and it created some complications in her breathing.

When she went under the anesthesia for testing, She passed peacefully without any pain.

She was the light of my life and we miss her very much.

Here is a final shot of Leah in the respirator befor she passed.

We Love you Leah

till next time little Bunky Butt

11/5/2010

Just a small note to let you know we lost our beloved Dixie today. She had been diagnosed with cancer and congestive heart failure and we opted for pain management over surgery. This morning, she made it clear to us that it was time to go. Dale and I took her in and she went to sleep with us all around her. Since she was a rescued pug; we don't know her actual age, but we estimate she was between ten and thirteen years old.

She was a wonderful dog, with a very special personality. She seemed to have a bit of an identity issue, preferring to hike her leg to pee, rather than the more ladylike squat. Unlike other pugs, who prefer to be waited on and fanned when the weather's warm, Dixie liked to stalk and kill birds, and when we were not looking, she would attempt to swallow them whole. Needless to say, we did not invest in birdfeeders in our yard- it seemed too much like the beginning of a bad horror movie.

We referred to her as Doodlebug and our little Rough Tough Creampuff. She would plant herself in our laps and make it known in no uncertain terms that it was time to be petted. She especially enjoyed TV nights when we would all pile on the couch to watch the program du jour. She would sprawl across Dale or me- or both of us at the same time and press the button that turned her into a fifty pound pug. Good luck trying to move her when you needed to take a potty break.

I could tell you lots of things about this wonderful little pug, but I will save these stories for the next time we visit if you want to hear them. Bottom line, we will miss this special little dog and take comfort in the idea that she is now on my dad's lap being petted and spoiled.

Much love to you all and thank you for listening,

Barbara Fox and Dale Staben