We brought Fortune home as a tiny puppy, and a 16 year adventure began. We were blessed to see him grow from a confused puppy trying to nurse off our adult Pug, to an old man Pug who made grumpy noises when we disturbed his sleep. Like any Pug, he loved food – so much so that when he got into the trash from a pizza party, he ate as much as he could manage and then dragged slices of pizza around the backyard so no one else would take it. When we brought home my sister’s Pug, Scout, as a puppy, the two became fast friends. They would wrestle for hours then settle down for a nap; Fortune would be practically falling out of the bed while Scout stretched out, but Fortune never seemed to mind.
As he grew older the duration of the naps increased and playtime decreased, but he was always an inquisitive, intelligent dog. When my mom’s Pug passed away he started to let her hold him as much as she wanted, when he didn’t usually like the confinement of being held. Through arthritis and hip dysplasia he still loved walks, car rides, and acting as our watch dog. He suddenly became very ill in July 2010 and was diagnosed with prostate cancer. We let him go to be with my mom’s Pug, but we still miss him terribly.
With loving memories, Fortune's family