Life is still on hold because of the foot, so I don't have any new adventures to talk about. And this got me thinking... you know what I really like best about this whole blogging thing? Hearing from other pugs. I know lots of pugs in my neighborhood, but I never knew there were so many of us out there.
And I've noticed something about us pugs - we all have cool names. Ok, maybe my name isn't so cool. But everywhere I go, people know exactly what to call me. It works. I've heard lots of people ask my human if my name is really Pug, but I usually don't stick around to hear what she says. Thanks to my gimpy foot play-restrictions, I finally heard the full story yesterday at the park.
I'm a little fuzzy on some of the details, but for some reason, my human thought someone else would give me a "real name". So she just called me Puglet because back then I was a little pug. No one else ever gave me a different name, so I stayed Puglet. Except I've kinda outgrown the 'let' part -- so a lot of times it's just Pug, Puggers, or Pugaroo. Pretty much anything that starts with Pug.
I'd never really thought about it, but I guess a lot of names have stories behind them.
Like Rosie who comments here sometimes; she is Rosie because her human missed their sleeping dog, Daisy. A pug in my neighborhood is named Cartman because, well, he kinda looks like the kid from the South Park cartoon. Brother Dutch got his name because he was born in some place called The Netherlands. Don't ask me how that works.
Does anyone else here know the story behind their name? I'm all curious now to hear how humans come up with this stuff.
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