Dog Of The Wild

I know that a lot of people think of pugs as 'city dogs', 'lap dogs' or 'pets', but my mom knows this about me:  I am a true Dog Of The Wild.

Take, for example, the area in my town called 'Seapowet', which is, I think the name the Native Americans gave it.  It's very marshy and still wild, although there are farms nearby this beautiful, if rocky, beach.

If I can, I JERK the leash out of mom's hands... and RUN... like a crazy dog... down the beach -towards - THE END OF THE EARTH!

No, seriously, there's no road, no sidewalk, nuthin'!  Just water, water, water (which, in case you didn't know, ALSO doesn't scare me.  Unless there are fish in it.  I'm pretty sure there are no fish here, because there are a LOT of fishermen here... keeping the coast clear for pugs.).

THEN... in case you doubted for a MINUTE my fearlessness.... we crossed over to the swampy part... a 'wildlife (that's ME) refuge'.  Here I am showing mom there is nothing, nothing to be afraid of at this edge of the marsh, where there's a big drop into the water...

And then, because my mom can read (and, so what that I can't - do you know any dogs that can?) she saw on this little sign that to be in this area you should be wearing 200 square inches of NEON ORANGE....   YIKES!  Even I know that means you could get SHOT here!  

So while I was most DEFINITELY not scared, I found my Blue Baby and spent a while with him.  I'll get my orange jacket and go BACK there someday, too!  You'll see!