The first pug I ever met was the companion of a friend that was terminally ill. Even during his worst times, his pug was a comfort and very easy to care for. When volunteers came to his house to help, they never had to worry about dog mess or dog attitude. After my friend died, his dog was placed with a handicapped person, and brought that same wonderful spark and love to a new home.

On the silly side, when I would visit my friend, I would see his little black pug and think it was a little black piglet. With the curled tail and the pudgy body, I always expected to see a snout rather than a little button nose. What wonderful medicine in the form of a little round dog!