This is my pug: P. Diddy, aka Puff Daddy aka Sausage (don’t tell him that)
He is my soulmate. He watches over me. Sleeps by my side, and has been me through the whole dramatic relationship of me and Mr. Man.
Actually Mr. Man is Puff’s dad..
A little background story: I have wanted a pug since I was a young dramatic teenager. I always connected with dogs (and still do). Me and Mr. Man had moved in together in October, after having dated for 1 month (yes, too fast… but that’s another story for another time) Anyway.. We both had Christmas vacation for 2 weeks. I went on an online shop, where you can buy old furniture, rocks, tickets and DOGS!
And I found Puff – the black pug… He was the last in the pack. 12 weeks old. NOBODY WANTED THIS SQUISHY FACE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???????
We went to see him, he was living in a semi-ghetto place. I was in love.. Mr. Man was not.
We told the lady we would come back tomorrow to get Puff.
In the car back, Mr. Man said he wanted to see other dogs… I told him “either we take the black pug, or we are never gonna get a dog! I’m NOT gonna get any other dog. I’ve always wanted a pug! I think you should sleep at your moms place you idiot.”
I fought so hard… Mr. Mans mom insisted that we got a Cavalier Spaniel… And Mr. Man is like Trey in SATC – still moms little baby boy, who listens to EVERYTHING mom says. If you could marry your mom, he would do it. MY GOD!!!
But in the end I got my pug! He was the happiest, healthiest sweet little boy. And the most hyper pug I’ve ever met! Probably from all the crack he and his gangster friends have taken. hahahaha
Mr. man came to love him too.
It’s the best spontaneous decision I’ve ever made – but i really do not recommend anyone to buy a dog like that! It’s a great responsibility, and you need to think it through!
If it hadn’t been for my moms help and support, Puff might not have still been with me. But he is! And his 3th birthday is in September. so thanks Mama Silva
Who is P. Diddy, the pug, in his own words?
You’re all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes
You know why?
You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers
And say “That’s the bad guy”
So say good night to the bad guy
Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again
To be or not to be