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I didn’t choose the pug life, the pug life chose me.

In 2005, I made a decision.

I wanted my own dog.

At the time I was living alone in an apartment in Pittsburgh, working at a college nearby and juggling graduate school. I was lonely, and I felt I was ready to finally get my own dog to keep me company. It was a no brainer for me: I had grown up with dogs and knew that this was a smarter choice than a cat or chinchilla or any other critter. But what kind did I want?

Shortly after I let my parents know my intentions, my dad and I went to our local mall and visited the Walden Books Store (I don’t even think they exist anymore) and started looking at some different books related to the breeds I was interested in. I knew I wanted a toy breed, but I was in between a Yorkie, King Charles, and a Pug, and being that we had always had larger breeds, I was clueless to the little guys. After looking through some books on the breeds, something inside me kept going back to one breed: the pug.

My dad found a local breeder, and I trusted him enough to go and find me the perfect puppy since I lived a little ways away from my parents and was scared the available puppies would be claimed before I could get home and pick one. He assured me he had selected the perfect fawn male pug and told me he had a great demeanor and was the runt of the litter. I was stoked.

A month or so later, my mom arrived at my apartment with a tiny delivery: my puppy. I decided to name him Simon, which was inspired by a song sung by one of my favorite bands, Lifehouse. He was perfect!

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Baby Simon

Throughout the years, Simon and I became the best of friends. He would travel with me wherever I went, and he would often spend longer periods of time with my parents, which was great because they had a strong bond with him, too. In fact, he was such an amazing dog that it inspired my parents to get a pug of their own, a black pug that they named Desmond, and he and Simon became close very quickly.

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Simon and Desi

Unfortunately, in the summer of 2012, I lost Simon after he was poisoned by my parents’ neighbors. I was unbelievably devastated. It took everything in me not to go after these people, and because he had been cremated, once evidence surfaced that they had poisoned him, I had no legal recourse. Five and a half years later I still harbor tremendous feelings of hate for these people…..hurting animals is NEVER acceptable. NEVER. I was robbed of time with my dog, and he was taken way too soon for no reason.

After losing Simon, I became very depressed and told myself I never wanted to have another dog, and if, for some reason, I ended up getting one, there was NO WAY I would ever get another pug. Never ever ever.

Fast forward to 2013 when I met Kyle. One thing that drew me to him was his immense love of animals, and I quickly found out that he had a pug of his own, a black pug named Bubba. The first time I met Bubba I was shocked at how similar he was to Simon. He may have been a different color, but his looks, his chill attitude, his movements…..everything reminded me of my dog. As I spent more and more time with Kyle, eventually moving in with him, I became very close to Bubba. He would sleep next to me every night and during the day he would spend all his time on my lap. In the event I was working on my laptop, he would lay next to me until I would move it, then he would capitalize and take over my lap. I loved every moment I got to spend with him.

Once Kyle and I moved into our house and moved Bubba and Murphy with us, we started talking about getting another pug. Bubba was 11 years old at this point and wasn’t all that interested in playing with Murphy, and we thought a pug puppy would be perfect. I was finally {{mentally}} ready, and I know my time healing from Simon’s loss and time spent with Bubba helped me get to that point. My friend Katherine had found a breeder in Indianapolis that had a litter of pugs that would be available in July, so I paid my deposit for one of the male pups, and she paid hers for one of the females. Almost twelve years to the day I got Simon, I picked up my little Luigi, and, as an avid Mario Brothers fan, no one was surprised by the name. He was tiny spitfire and the perfect addition to the my fur fam.

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Luigi and his sister Penny!

I am forever grateful that we took the plunge and got Luigi when we did. He and Murphy quickly became inseparable, which was what I wanted. I knew Murphy was high energy and needed a playmate, and Luigi ended up being the perfect amount of crazy for him.

Unfortunately, Bubba’s health had started to decline not long after we brought Luigi home. He not only suffered from myelopathy, a common condition in pugs as they get older that paralyzes them over time, but had started to lose control over his bowels, was refusing to drink water, and struggled to eat normally. I am very sad to share that Bubba crossed to the Rainbow Bridge on Thursday. I know my dad and Simon were waiting for him and that he is no longer suffering, but my heart has shattered into a million pieces with his loss.

I truly believe that pugs are one of the greatest breeds of dogs out there. They have the funniest personalities, are loving cuddlers, and are just downright amazing. If you don’t believe me, check out this article that will let you know why pugs are majestic:

41 Reasons Why Pugs Are The Most Majestic Creatures On Earth

Sometimes I like to think back to that day in the bookstore when my dad and I were looking through books trying to determine the best breed of dog for me and for my lifestyle. I still don’t know exactly what it was that clicked to make me realize that a pug was the best choice.

Maybe the pug life just chose me.

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