The past couple of weeks have been very tough on our little Rupert. Last week he’d been diagnosed with a parasite, which in and of itself was scary, but at least it was treatable. The poor guy was sick as could be and pretty unimpressed with us for replacing his yummy usual food with a crappy bland diet of boiled chicken and rice. We let the medication do it’s work to fight off what was ailing him and almost immediately he seemed to be on the mend. The vet gave us the OK to start switching him back to his usual food and he was a thrilled little puppy! Continue reading
In honor of Lola’s adoption birthday on Monday, I thought this would be a good opportunity to share a little about our decision to choose rescuing our pugs over going with a breeder.
Eric had wanted a pug since long before we’d even met, and though it took him some time, he eventually convinced me that Pugs were the right dogs for us. Living in a big city, we liked that they have a reputation as a good apartment dog, in addition to the fact that they are just so damn cute! At first, we were actually on the fence as to whether we should find our dog through a rescue, or go with reputable breeder. Doing the latter, we quickly discovered, was actually far more difficult than we’d anticipated and after contacting a few referrals from other pug owners we knew, we were told that there were no litters expected and it could be up to a year or more before we had our dog! After that, we started researching on our own and ran into some big red flags that had us rethinking our pug hunt and why going the rescue route was better for us. Continue reading
This is Rupert. For a pug, he’s a bit of a giant, weighing in at a whopping 35lbs. He’s incredibly tall and really the only thing about him that resembles his breed is his smushed little face. He is unbelievably sweet and affectionate one minute, and then the next he is running from window to window barking like a maniac (maybe the wind blew funny–who knows?).When he’s anxious, he gets this really intense expression on his face and he looks like a dinosaur from a Disney film. Despite his copious amount of extra skin, his eyes bug out of his head like there just isn’t enough flesh to contain them. It’s a wonder he can close his lids.
Lola is small, but you wouldn’t know it by the noises she makes. A soft pallette issue means she sounds less like a dog when she barks, and more like we’re living with a zombie from the Walking Dead. It’s endearing, except in the morning when she gurgles and whines from her crate for attention. She has the sweetest disposition toward everyone EXCEPT her brother. Poor Rupert has to endure endless teasing, face biting and toy stealing because, unfortunately for him, she’s much smarter and small enough to run where he can’t fit.
Neither of them are anything like what we expected when we’d decide to adopt pugs. Lazy. Sleepy. Quiet. These were all things we’d been told by countless books, blogs and fellow pug owners to expect. Lies.