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So there's this house not far from my house that breeds AKC register/qualifying Pugs.
I call it the Pug Farm because its and oldish farm house on what looks to be the remaining land from a farm the probably was there up til.... i don't know most likely 40 years since that's when that part of town went more suburban down town than rurally farm.
If you cant tell from that pretty black pug in my avatar i like pugs.
And so does my dad.
When i run him to the store we usually drive buy it because i like to to go down that road and not go down my busier road i live on.
Often right when i pass i say "There goes the pug farm" and he says "puppies!"
Today he begged me and i gave in and we stopped by.
(At least it wasnt weird from the looks of it people usually stop by and coo at the doggies especially between breedings if they are in the market for a pup to see the type of blood lines)
omg the moment i walk around the car (my dad got out first) i was shown so much love. I have to reek of pug goodness. there was one big fawn one that had to be the alpha female because when ever i moved to scratch another doggy she would get up push the other pug away and look at me like 'Hi there, scratch the chin now'
the was on very pregnant one who was so sweet and when she decide she had enough of love one of the boys disengaged from his warm sleeping spot and went to guard her while she chewed on something.
and they had a black pug who i would have sworn was my Claire except she had a white spot on her chest.
But she had the same gray beard.
there was this one puppy (year old at most) who didnt seem to understand that to have us scratch her chin/head she had to move closer to the fence.
so i have lots of puppy love on me
I call it the Pug Farm because its and oldish farm house on what looks to be the remaining land from a farm the probably was there up til.... i don't know most likely 40 years since that's when that part of town went more suburban down town than rurally farm.
If you cant tell from that pretty black pug in my avatar i like pugs.
And so does my dad.
When i run him to the store we usually drive buy it because i like to to go down that road and not go down my busier road i live on.
Often right when i pass i say "There goes the pug farm" and he says "puppies!"
Today he begged me and i gave in and we stopped by.
(At least it wasnt weird from the looks of it people usually stop by and coo at the doggies especially between breedings if they are in the market for a pup to see the type of blood lines)
omg the moment i walk around the car (my dad got out first) i was shown so much love. I have to reek of pug goodness. there was one big fawn one that had to be the alpha female because when ever i moved to scratch another doggy she would get up push the other pug away and look at me like 'Hi there, scratch the chin now'
the was on very pregnant one who was so sweet and when she decide she had enough of love one of the boys disengaged from his warm sleeping spot and went to guard her while she chewed on something.
and they had a black pug who i would have sworn was my Claire except she had a white spot on her chest.
But she had the same gray beard.
there was this one puppy (year old at most) who didnt seem to understand that to have us scratch her chin/head she had to move closer to the fence.
so i have lots of puppy love on me
I must go to this pug farm!
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