The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention – John Burroughs

REBOOT

You know when you don’t have a Pug around anymore.  There’s a quiet unease from the absence of their labored breathing, their snorts, their sneezes, their farts, and the clacking sound their claws make from their peculiar gait.  Something had to be done.

Along came a breeder in Bonner’s Ferry, Idaho, who just so happened to have a litter of Pug puppies ready for their new homes and one of their Pugs was a black female.

I told Tiago that I was taking my mom to Spokane for a doctor’s appointment, but instead dad and I drove the 4 hours to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, to pick up the newest addition to our family.

I was a little worried about how Tiago would react; he was adamant that we wait a couple of years before getting another Pug.  I disagreed and felt that we needed a little Pug ASAP.  Not in the hopes of replacing what we had with Ms. Pickles, but because we’ve been a Pug family and we needed to remain a Pug family.  In order to do that, one needs to have a Pug.  Common sense to me.  Thank God, it wasn’t too hard of a sell for my spouse.

Now’s the slow process of adapting to life with a puppy.  We just got done with Django’s first year and that was challenging, especially for our shoes!  This little girl’s not going to be any exception; she has razor sharp teeth and knows how to use them.  She’s got a great personality and seems to have fit in with our “pack” seamlessly.