The Foster Pug

There is a huge pug rescue organization in Kentucky called the Kentuckiana Pug Rescue (http://www.kentuckianapugs.com/). My mom became obsessed with it after I arrived as a Christmas present. So on a spur of a moment decision, she decided to sign up to be a foster mommy. The website said it would take at least two weeks for someone to get back to you, so she did not think she would even hear about her application for awhile. Someone called that afternoon to set up a home visit. I had no idea that any of this was happening, only that a very nice lady who loved pugs and me, in particular, came over to hang out. Then last week, when mommy had a sinus infection (from you know where)the pug rescue lady e-mailed to say they had a pug in need of a home fast! The picture above is of, Lincoln, the foster pug. Lincoln (named by daddy) was found wandering the streets of a little town with no name or known history. Doesn't he look sad? And more than sad, he is skinny! A skinny pug is an oxymoron. At first things were cool, because I had a playmate...but he's a nervous wreck. He wakes up me all night because he starts crying for no reason. He also is bigger than me, so he always beats me to the door to welcome mommy home! Saying all that, I have never had so much fun playing before in my life. Pugs really are the only dogs that know how to have a good time! And shhhh --- he's not too bad to cuddle with either :)