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Sarah has long affirmed that we will never get a dog. That was until we walked by a pet store while grocery shopping and saw one of these:That, my friends, is a puggle. The one in the pet store must have been six weeks old, and about the size my shoe. So. Very. Cute. Don't get excited, we're still never going to get a dog, but Sarah entertained the idea for at least twelve seconds. Word to puggle owners: Sarah is willing to rent one for upwards of $90 an hour.
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Anonymous said…
It looks like a little version of you with smaller ears!


AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
11:15 pm
Anonymous said…
Dave, I LOVE the new headline. You do have a body for sin, you naughty, naughty boy.

I'm getting Braeden a puppy for Christmas, but mine will be a little bit bigger than the puggle - a bull mastiff, actually. So basically he's getting a small pony for Christmas.
11:47 pm
Beth said…
I love cross bread dogs! I think the cutest thing I ever saw was a yorkipoo pup (cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a Poodle)!
2:24 am
Anonymous said…
According to my wife even considering purchasing from a pet store is like giving your personal seal of approval to puppy mills everywhere (with PJ Pets being the absolute worst).

I think puppies are cute and terriers (especially of the Jack Russel variety) are actually in the rat family.
1:29 pm
Anonymous said…
I'm trying to get Derek to get me a pugastiff. Basically the biggest dog you can have (mastiff) mixed with a Pug! Why do men want BIG fucking dogs that drool and take dumps the size of a human being?

I think we should skip right to the babies! (=
10:33 pm
Anonymous said…
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Nathan's downstairs neighbors have a new golden retriever puppy, and, while I am opposed to pure bred dogs, I was invited in to hold it, and it chewed on my shirt for five minutes, and I was in heaven.

Now, he wants a mastiff, and not a pugastiff, but the real. big. thing. I think this dog outweighs him, which translates into 'bad idea', but my brother's Black Lab mix turned out to be part Great Dane, and he's huge but well-behaved, and this is a random run-on now.

Don't even get me started on dogs. The closer I am to graduating, the more I entertain getting one. I currently am obsessed with Burmese Mountain Dogs.
12:28 pm
Anonymous said…
I thought Puggles were that Australian kids group.
2:25 pm
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