My first pug, Mandy Girl was a rescue pug, not that she was ever abused, just needed a new home a 2 years old. My best friend bred pugs, Mandy was one of her puppies that came back when her first parents broke up, she left the country and he was forced to take a "no pets" apartment. I wasn't sold on the breed, but knew Mandy was a nice little dog who needed a home. I loved her right from day one, but my husband wanted "a real dog" and she had to win his affection. One day I overheard him telling a friend "Not that I like her, but she's the smartest dog we ever owned" I knew she'd won him over. I'd had her for 9 years and knew I never wanted to be without a pug, so adopted Pandemonium, 2 years ago to help with "Rainbow Bridge" time which always comes too fast. We said our final goodbyes last August, 10 years after I "rescued" her. She was a good girl, my Mandy Girl, I miss her.
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