The Love of My LIfe

When I was a wee girl I always wanted a pug, I dreamed about it, would cry about it, throw fits for one. You fucking name it. Never got one. Every year around my birthday I would try to find a pug on craigslist or try to adopt one by sneaking the topic into a conversation with my parents or just blatantly asking them. The answer was always no. My parents are not dog people and would want the dog living outside but that ain't me. Once I literally threw myself on the floor and cried. I just could not stop sobbing on the kitchen floor and It was like someone died. I was 17. I had enough, I WANTED MY DOG!

They would tell me to "get a dog when you move out!" Then I moved out. I had my mind set on this pug. It would be a boy, he would be my best friend and his name would be "squish". But I had bills, three jobs, was going to school, and knew I couldn't just do it yet. Then life hit me and I got this super racist boss who made my life hell (that's another story, ladies) and then I was broke.

May came around and school was ending and I was mad excited but also sad because I really enjoy school. May happens to also be my birthday month and let me tell you. My beautiful boyfriend is not good at keeping secrets. He called the gift a "bike"  because it came out somehow and he said "uhh, I'm getting you a bike" and I almost fucking cried because I knew DAMN well it was no bike. So one day we drive to a QT and here he comes. Out of a handbag. AS TINY AS COULD BE! But, really, he was super small. Dylan did it, he made my dreams come true. I cried and just held him in my arms. I still can't believe it.

I would and still do read and learn new facts about pugs. He slept A LOT when we first got him, that was really all he ever did. He looked so cute because I had a really big bed for him that eventually, he wouldn't even sleep in. I used to have these open drawers under my bed and he started sleeping in there. It was adorable until he started teething and peeing in them. He still has a bad habit of peeing everywhere but Squish is really fucking smart.

We got him right before he was two months. He was like my son. The first couple nights I had to hold him till he slept. If he woke up from his nap he immediately wanted to be held. It was like I just had a furry newborn son. But by the time he was two months he already knew how to sit, shake, and almost heel. That's basically all he still knows now. I am trying here.

Now he is almost five months and the love of my life. He loves kids, cats, dogs, people, food, plushie animals, and still peeing everywhere. He is so fucking funny. He has a serious attitude. Makes the most outrages noises and keeps me on my toes. Right now I keep having to chase him around the house because he always has something in his mouth. He has gotten better with his training and using his pee pads. He is still teething like a MF. So far he has ruined, my pillow pet, blankets, my floor, some socks, two chargers, my brother's headphones, some shoes, his big ass bed, my yoga mat, my rug, my roommate's bath rug, her chanclas, and my good night rest. 

I still would not trade him for the world. These are my cute crazy sleepers and my heart explodes every time. Having a dog is great, especially if that dog is a pug.