He's a Racing Pug

Lately, Newton's favorite canine playmate is a fawn pug named Sam Adams. Sam's adopted brother, a black pug named Jack Daniels, is prematurely crotchety, and prefers to be the fun police rather than a playmate. As a result, Newton has been spending a lot of time in the company of pugs over the last few months. We're pretty confident that he has started to believe he's a pug. Indeed, Sam's and Jack's owner, Angie, has made Newton an honorary pug. She even invited all 3 of us to attend a local pug meet-up.

At the meet-up, there were about 20 full-blooded pugs, a puggle, and a chug. And our Bichon. We told some of the pug owners that Newton was a rare long-nosed, curly-coated, white pug. I'm sure they bought it.

Newton had a blast. I think he chased or was chased by every other dog there. And chase, as you may know, is his favorite game. It was clear from the play that, if Newton is a pug, he's the fastest pug alive; given the amount of up-and-down jumping and over-the-shoulder looking he was doing, it was obvious that he was only running at half or three-quarters speed. I told another owner that he was a racing pug. When we got him home, he slept soundly on the couch for about 6 hours. It was a successful outing.