Pug people
I will be the first to admit that I am way too into my pug. I like to entertain the idea of recording dedication albums to him (it will be titled, “It Takes a Pug” and will feature my vocal stylings with guest spots from various people in his life), buy him new toys every week, gush to other pug owners about how pugs are the superior breed. It is a disease. In the same way that cat people can have that uncomfortable creepy vibe when you walk into their house and there are 30 cats cuddled on a embroidered blanket with all of their faces on it, when you walk into my house the first thing you will see is Orson’s plush headquarters, which boast a bed nicer then my own, piles of toys, a pillow oasis. You get the point.
I take comfort at least in knowing that I am not alone. Not by a long shot. For the other Atlanta pug enthusiasts, this Saturday (May 3rd), The Atlanta Pug Meet-Up at Piedmont Park will be taking place at 10 a.m. The meet-ups (from what I understand) are slightly obscene displays of pug love.
Previously: Orson lost a tooth!
I can sooo relate! My pug means the world to me and people give me a hard time about it : )
My pug has his own facebook and wordpress blog.
Yep, I’m nuts!!!
I really enjoyed reading your post. I’m still grinning…
-chris
Pug people and dog people are different. Also, have you ever seen a drunk pug? It’s terrifying.
Was Digby drunk?
Also, noted on the pug-dog difference. Pug owner have a ridiculously more obsessive attitude about their dogs. Myself included. Although, I still haven’t dressed Orson in a rabbit costume yet so I think I am still in shallow waters.
Doxie owners are kind of similar, but with a higher rate of lesbians. No, the drunk pug I saw was in Athens – Pudge, at his first birthday party.
Pudge! Oh my goodness I had totally forgotten about him. I LOVE Pudge.