A Pug Story

The other day I was walking up the block with my friend and her mom because we were going to a school open house.

Their neighbor was walking his dog, and he also had his baby with him. His dog is a pug, and pugs are my favorite type of dog. I told that to my friend, and then we just kept looking back at the dog and making comments like, ‘it’s so cute’, ‘look at its stubby legs and squishy face’, ‘its adorable’, things like that.

The owner looked at us, and then at his baby triumphantly. My friend and I turned away and laughed. The owner thought we were talking about his baby, but really we were just admiring the pug. At the time it was really funny, and when I told my mom the story, she laughed.

“Was the baby cute?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I didn’t even look at the baby!” I laughed.

“You sound like grandma!” She exclaimed.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because,” she replied. “You know how she is with her dog,” my mom laughed. And then she reminded me of the story when we stayed at my grandmother’s house.

“Yes,” I laughed. My grandma loves her dog Bo more than anything in the world. One time me and her dog were right next to each other, and she came into the room and said good night to him and gave him a big kiss on the head, then she left. No good night for me, oh well.