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Watch who you callin’ Puggle!
Is nothing sacred anymore?
Fifteen years ago, in northern Maine, a little kittycat was born. A certain little girl saw him and gave him the name “Pug”, which was later modified to “The Puggle”. He’s been my roommate now for eleven years.
Now, there have always been synonyms for “puggle”. Everyone knows that a baby echidna is called a puggle. And certain Brit quarrymen use a tool they call a puggle.
But this is too much. People who, having way too much time on their hands, make a habit of cross-breeding dogs have gone One Step Beyond. They caused beagles to have extramarital relations with pugs, and have dubbed the resulting offspring “puggles”, as you can see at the breed’s official homepage, puggle.org. They have apparently become all the rage in the doggy world. Me and my roommate… we find it repugnant.
As you and I know, there can be only one Puggle. The self-cleaning Eviscerator who also cleans bike chains, camps out in bass drums, and flosses before and after meals. An avowed misogynist who has earned the seasonal nickname Puggle Claws, whose only known weakness is strength-sapping sunbeams. He’s the One True Pug, who likes to “reach out, touch face”, and remember: it’s not sex unless Puggle is watching.
“You call that a Puggle? Naw, mate… That’s a Puggle!”
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