This is Mia. 

She is the little love of my life. She’s cute and cuddly and the loudest snorer you’ve ever heard. We got her almost 4 years ago from a woman who’s pug accidently got knocked up. We’d been looking for a pug at every shelter in Southern California, but we only found one little guy who was 8 years old and sick. I felt so sorry for him. I wanted to take him home with us, but I didn’t know if I could A) care for a sick dog, and B) handle losing him if he got worse. So we kept looking, and finally found an ad for pug puppies in the paper. We had already decided we wanted a little girl pug, and her litter had 3 girls and 3 boys, so we went to check them out. They were all gorgeous and I wanted to scoop them all up and run off! One of the girls was a runt, and they weren’t selling her. The soft spot on her head hadn’t fully closed, and they were afraid she was going to be brain damaged or not live very long. But she was adorable. The other girl was a mean little thing. She was wrestling with all the boys, and kept coming to play with me. I loved her immediately and kept trying to get Jason to agree she was the one we should take home. Meanwhile, he’d been playing with the boys as well, and keeping an eye on Mia. She just kind of sat back and watched everyone. She wasn’t shy at all. She just was taking in the scene.

 Since the day we brought her home, she’s been a doll. She never cried at night, she didn’t destroy everything in the house, and she has always loved to cuddle. Jas and I spend a lot of time sitting on the couch with the laptop. She likes to come insert herself under your armpit and snuggle down for a nap. Or if she’s feeling neglected, she will climb right on to your lap, plop her fat butt down on the laptop keyboard, and stare at you like “Ok Human, I’m here now. It’s time to pay attention to me!” Ever since she was little, she’s had Jason wrapped around her paw. We kept her in a puppy crate at night when we were housebreaking her, and when she passed the test, the plan was to buy a bed for her so she could sleep in the room with us. So we buy a huge fluffy bed, put it on the floor near us, and get into bed. She was not happy with this arrangement. She whined and cried and looked up at us with those cute brown bug eyes. The word SUCKER imprinted on Jason’s forehead began to flash, and suddenly she was sleeping in bed with us. Mia doesn’t exactly sleep “with” us. She prefers to sleep “on” us. And by us, I mean me. Her favorite spot is right between my knees, so no matter which way I move, I have to kick her out of the way so I can get comfortable. And if I get restless in my sleep, she’ll come lay up against my back, and slowly keep pushing backward toward me, so that I’m hanging off the side of the bed. She takes up a lot of room for such a small dog!