Pug Lover Quotes

Girl going past clinging to a young man's arm. Putting up her face like a duck to the moon. Drinking joy. Green in her eyes. Spinal curvature. No chin, mouth like a frog. Young man like a pug. Gazing down at his sweetie with the face of a saint reading the works of God. Hold on, maiden, you've got him. He's your boy. Look out, Puggy, that isn't a maiden you see before you, it's a work of imagination. Nail him, girlie. Nail him to the contract. Fly laddie, fly off with your darling vision before she turns into a frow, who spends all her life thinking of what the neighbours think.

It’s the day I bring you to the park for adoption day.

Ellie’s eyes widened, her hands freezing mid-pet. “Really? You’d let me take him?” ​Oliver’s voice cut in, panicked. “Wait! You can’t take him! He’s our dog!” ​Ellie turned to Oliver, her expression gentle. “Hey, I get it. You love him. I would too. But I live really close by, and I promise you’d get to visit him anytime you want. Daisy can still see him too.” ​Oliver hesitated, his eyes darting between Boomer and Ellie. “You promise?” ​“I promise,” Ellie said, holding out her pinky. “And I’ll take the best care of him. You can even help me sometimes if you want.” ​Oliver bit his lip, then slowly reached out and hooked his pinky around hers. “Okay,” he said reluctantly. “But you better be the best owner ever.” ​Ellie grinned. “Deal.

Of course, people find beauty in things without wet noses, too. But there is something unique about the ways in which we fall in love with animals. Unwieldy dogs and minuscule dogs and long-haired and sleek dogs, snoring Saint Bernards, asthmatic pugs, unfolding shar-peis, and depressed-looking basset hounds - each with devoted fans. Bird-watchers spend frigid mornings scanning skies and scrub for the feathered objects of their fascination. Cat lovers display an intensity lacking - thank goodness - in most human relationships. Children’s books are constellated with rabbits and mice and bears and caterpillars, not to mention spiders, crickets, and alligators. Nobody ever had a plush toy shaped like a rock, and when the most enthusiastic stamp collector refers to loving stamps, it is an altogether different kind of affection.

into a package of treats. Jet stretched out on an old tire, her expression calm but her eyes watchful. ​Boomer, however, stayed near the edge of the yard, his stomach churning. He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl at the shelter—the way she had stood up to Spike, the way she had looked at him like he mattered.