A lot of people in a lot of places made changes to their lives in late September of 2001. Even folks in different countries – like Canada – were given a good kick in the pants reminder about mortality and the fragile nature of life ten years ago. While I had already decided that I wanted a pug I just wasn’t sure I could handle the work and effort required to raise a pug on my own. But the events ten years ago were definitely a kick in the pants for me. They made me realize “what are you waiting for, exactly?” – and I started calling pug breeders that very week. By September 30th, I had found and fallen in love with a little four month old pug named Merry and cajoled the breeder into allowing me to buy her instead of keeping her for breeding stock.

It was one of the two happiest decisions in my life (the other being marrying the fantastic Hubby).

As you can see, the puglet still isn’t very photogenic yet (every meagre photo I find time to take in between eye drops looks just like this one – cone head supreme) but I am happy to report that she is healing wonderfully and has a disturbingly healing gloop of red over her right eye, which the doctors assure me is good and blood heals things but mostly I just think it looks sore. ;) We’re hopefully a month or so from being able to remove the cone (!!) and look forward to the day when the princess can start navigating without it!

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