How did your owner decide they wanted a small friend and that you would be the right small friend for them?
My mum and dad were about to get married and wanted to bring a fur baby into their world. Dad wanted a pug because he was convinced he’d be able to train it to say “if you don’t like it you can kiss my furry butt” like Frank the Pug from the movie Men in Black. Mum wanted a pug because she had done lots of research on lots of different breeds and knew that a pug would suit their home and lifestyle perfectly. As soon as they saw me they knew I was the right small friend for them! Dad is still trying to teach me how to speak….
Where did your owner find you?
I had been returned to the breeder by my previous owners because they were moving into an apartment and could no longer provide me the care and space I needed. Mum and Dad saw me advertised on the breeder’s website and couldn’t resist my puppy dog eyes when they first saw me.
How did your owner choose your name?
Because I was already three when my new parents adopted me, I already had a name: Leonard. But rightly so, my owners decided Leonard was no name for a pug and renamed me George. But I have kept Leonard as my middle name.
What do you enjoy doing?
There are two things I love more than anything else in the world: food and cuddles. When the two are combined, it’s even better. That’s probably why I’ve had to go on small friends’ weight watchers program in the past.
Do you have a favourite treat, spot or toy?
My favourite spot is on my dad’s lap. When dad isn’t around, I settle for mum. She gives okay cuddles, but if dad is home, he lets me up on the couch when mum isn’t looking.
What do you think makes you so special to your owner?
My owners are always saying that I bring absolute joy to their home and worlds. I think it’s because I am so cute and I’m always so happy to see them when they get home and love being close to them. They love me unconditionally, and I them.
Are there any funny or interesting stories about you that you can share with us?
When my dad plays with me and riles me up, I cut absolutely sick and run at least two full laps of the house. I can’t do three laps because I am only a small dog and I only have a little snout connected to little lungs, so I have to pause for a little breather before I can start playing again. When I do run laps, I streamline my whole body with ears back and curly tail out flat. Apparently it’s hilarious to watch! I’m like a greyhound….just with shorter legs, a rounder belly and no snout.