When Vance told me of my early birthday gift, I was ecstatic! I have ALWAYS wanted a pug of my own. I adopted a dachshund/beagle mix, Cinnamon, a month or so before I met Vance, but I still wanted a pug sometime in my future. Anyway, there were several steps in adopting Petey, just like in adopting a child. I guess the biggest step for us was actually CHOOSING Petey. Vance originally intended to adopt another pug at the same house where Petey was fostered. When we went there, it was like pug heaven. There were at least 10 pugs living in that house! The pug we originally came to visit, Charlie Brown, really didn't give a rat's patootie that we were there. He also was older and his back legs were turning arthritic. We sat on the kitchen floor trying to see if Charlie Brown would engage with us. Well, Petey Pug had other plans. He pounced on us. He jumped directly into Vance's lap, looked him in the eyes, and basically said, "Hello, Dad!" He then shoved his friend Mugsy out of the way and jumped onto my lap, all the while grunting and panting like only a pug does. That's when we learned that Petey was adoptable, too. The decision was a no-brainer for us.
We had to wait a couple of weeks before we could pick him up and bring him home. The moment we arrived to get him, he went CRAZY. He does this funny little whine that sounds almost like an infant crying. His little cinnamon roll tail was going crazy. My heart soared! He remembered us! After signing some paper work, we were on our way. Now, in my dog experience, dogs lay down in the back seat and sleep. Not Petey. Where'd he want to sit? On my lap, and most importantly, under my arm by the window on the armrest. He rode in that spot the entire hour drive home. To this day, that is still his preferred car-riding location.
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| Petey, the handsome pug. |


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