I remember bringing home Bert when he was only 6 weeks old. He weighed a hefty 4 pounds and had such large paws for such a "little pug". I started him in puppy class at the young age of 8 weeks. He preferred to sleep through class either in my arms or he would hide under my chair and attempt to catch a few zzz's. Bert's favorite place to sleep was always by my head! Whether it was in bed or on the couch - he was my cuddle bug! He passed his good canine citizenship test and we worked on some agility skills in his younger years. I adopted his real brother (without knowing it at the time) later, and the two bonded fast and were always together. He was the most mellow pug I ever met (and I've had quite a few pugs in and out of my home over the years). He didn't care what was happening as long as he could be close to me and petted. Bert got would put everything in his mouth (and if he couldn't play with it or eat it, well, it got pee'ed on), which is what brought his life to an early end. Bert found some seed packets waiting to be planted. He ate the seeds and the packet. Within hours Bert was ill, by the time I got my boy to the vet there was little they could do except hydrate him and try to get him to throw up what was left. I took him home and he passed away within 24 hours.
Bert is missed, the pain has not eased yet. I loved him dearly and he was always be my "Baby Bert".
Bert's philosophy in life:
Handle every stressful situation like a dog. If you can't eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.
submitted by Bert's loving mom