Duke: The Story Behind The Story
Hi everydoggie! A few of you left comments on our last post regarding my life before I came to live with Mom & Dad, and Pug Mommy was curious about how I came to live with them. Well, it might not be the most interesting story in the world, but here it is. And no Norman, I was not a "Junkyard Dog". But I wish I was, that sounds kinda cool.
When I was really little, I lived with another human family. The little humans in that family loved me, and I loved them too. But unfortunately, they already had two other dogs, and those dogs did not love me. Especially a mean old Beagle, who used to pick on me and beat me up all the time. It's kind of embarrassing to admit now, but it's true. I'm quite sure that if I was to run into that mean old Beagle now, I would rip him a new one. But back then, I was just a little guy.
So anyway, the big human decided that I would come and stay at his work, which just happened to be a used car lot. And as if being around a bunch of used car salesmen wasn't bad enough, the lot was right on Highway 99, which is a busy four lane highway. Twice I was able to escape from the lot, and run around on the highway. Chasing those cars around was great fun, but in retrospect, probably not a very wise choice. Amazingly, I was uninjured.
Around this time, Mom and Dad decided that they wanted another pug to keep Gidget company when they were away at work. They heard about me, and Mom hurried over to meet me. Well, it was love at first sight, and after paying the big human a sizeable transfer fee (I believe it was somewhere around 4 or 5 million dollars), the rest, as they say, is history. So like I said, it's not the most interesting tale, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it. If anybody is interested in purchasing the movie rights to my story, please feel free to email my Mom & Dad.