I have loved pugs ever since I laid my eyes on them. There was a pug owned by our family friend, his name is Rambo. I would borrow him as much as I could, but the sad thing is at the end he’s not mine to keep. So I asked one as my Christmas and birthday gift, so my parents bought me one. We named him Puchi, sadly he died cos he got sick. I was terribly heart broken, I cried for days and it lasted for more than a month. After that, I worked my butt out selling some accessories online to save up and buy myself another pug. It was March 2013, the breeder where I bought Puchi said that she’ll be leaving GenSan and asked if I might be interested to buy a girl pug (Puchi’s sister) cos it’s expensive to bring her. My parents agreed to fill in the remaining amount for me to buy a lovely girl pug, and her name is Paris! I am forever grateful to my parents for that!
I can still remember that
day, the day we took Paris home. She was 4 months old that time. It is
still fresh on my mind, her first night at home was a sleepless night
cos she can’t sleep, she seems lost and keeps on making awful sounds
which I think was a cry. I guess that was normal. But now, well, she
practically owns the house!
Paris is one of the reasons to feel happy about in my too far from
perfect life. He’s my stress reliever! Despite being a pain in the ass
most of the time, I love her to bits and I can’t imagine life without
this little one. She’s as sweet as the smell of sampaguita, always
craving for my attention and would follow me everywhere (even in the
middle of the night when I have to pee), sometimes she would sit beside
me and puts her head on my lap when i’m sad. It’s like she’s meant for
me to live with and to endure.
