Our pug Finn likes to describe himself as “a ruggedly handsome miniature Bull Mastiff”. If they make a movie about our life on the Ranch, Finn would like to be played by Brad Pitt. Who would have thought that we would have a little foo-foo designer dog? Not us, that’s for sure.
Finn was a stray found roaming under a freeway overpass in San Jose. Dave says he probably bounced out of the back of a Bentley and was roaming the streets for about 5 minutes before he was rescued. I think he was a stud pug at a puppy mill. Regardless, he chose us when upon walking into our house he lifted his leg on the wall and pooped on the floor. Yep, it was love at first sight.
We spent the first year of our relationship cleaning up pug poo. Turns out Mr. Finn has Inflammatory Bowel Disease (of course he does, we have rarely had an animal that didn’t have some crazy ailment). Thousands of dollars, 3 vets, loads of medications, an endoscopy procedure, and a move to the country where there are less of his “triggers” (sirens, airplanes, or an exotic bird neighbor) Finn is thriving! Turns out our little foo-foo designer dog is a country pug at heart!