Faster than a speeding bullet, slower than a sighthound, smarter than a kid’s gyroscope. I give you Pug!!!

My wife doesn’t want to claim credit. But she deserves it. Eloise was a rescue nine years ago. We knew nothing about pugs. Saw some stuff on TV. They were all fat as ticks and beloved. We took her to our emergency vet a year after we scooped her bruised and bleeding off a highway and thought we’d done good to fatten her up to breed standard. The vet yelled at us. Politely, mind. She told us Eloise was overweight. Uh, vociferously.

So we put her on the same kind of regimen our sighthounds are always on. Enough food to keep her nourished and healthy. No sweets, no, well, anything, that will pack on the pounds. Year by year we don’t see other pugs who have her energy, speed, dexterity, and vitality. She’s easily twelve by now and still whirring faster than a gyroscope. My wife did this. And Greyhound Friends. Dogs love every kind of food. Our testament of love is that we can deny them strudel to keep them alive for years longer.

God bless us every one.