It’s a little-known fact, but pugs can talk…. and read…. and now, with the advent of voice to text, we can write. Of course, we rarely speak when around humans–or humes as we call them–though sometimes we slip–making sounds guttural but somewhat intelligible. And sometimes humes THINK we are talking to them because they have some rudimentary psychosocialintuitive abilities. There are always the self-aggrandizing pugs, too, like that grizzled old thingpug who purportedly says “I love you” and appears on various talk shows, etc. I find that tawdry and a bit self-serving, but perhaps he is contributing to the household income of his humes. If you listen closely, he is really lisping “I wuv you,” and therefore cannot be a serious pug.
At any rate, it was only a matter of time before pugblogging began. Perhaps other pugs are blogging, too, but I can’t be bothered to check, because I am only interested in what I have to say.
As you may have surmised, my name is Jack. Not Jacques, or Jac, or Ga-ayk, or any other contrived spelling that appears to be quite popular nowadays. My main hume called me Jack, as in Jack be nimble, or pirate Jack, or Jack ‘n’ Jill or the Jack of Hearts. Quite simple, but elegant. I shall always treasure her for that.
And now I must nap. A quick paw lick and a yawn. Ta-ta!