Four years and two days ago...

... I was lying in my crate, trying to fall asleep despite the cold air that kept me trembling night and day. Be sweet and be cute, we were told by the pet store owner. As hard as I tried, people always noticed how much I was shaking hiding in the corner of my crate.



One by one my siblings left the store, and it was only three of us in the back cold room that day. My two brothers' crates were located right next to the door, at eye sight. Mine was all the way down on the floor, behind other crates and puppies.



Late afternoon, before the store was about to close, people came in asking for a pug. The owner said he had some. He showed them my siblings but they turned around and saw me. The woman started sneezing - that's how cold the room was.



The man said: I want him. The woman asked: Why is he shaking so bad? The pet store owner said: It is because it's cold in here. Let me take him out.


Out I went, to the front of the store, and started running in circles - pug style - around this people. He is the cutest one and I want him, the man said. The woman was speechless, laughing, hugging and kissing me.

Me? I was the happiest pug ever. Early December, I was only three months old, and I was already getting not one, but two Christmas presents - a mother and a father!