Anyway, here is the story of Scout the Pug.
Scout was given to me around the time of my eighteenth birthday(I'm twenty now). I had wanted a pug for years, and my parents finally gave in when my aunt offered to buy me a puppy. Because I was so sick with ulcerative colitis, I had missed out on my entire senior year of high school being in and out of the hospital. My parents figured it might lift my spirits and cheer me up to have a new puppy. This dog did just that.
I remember the day that my brother and my aunt brought him into my bedroom to me. He was the size of a soda can!
Scout is my angel-dog, as cheesy as that sounds.
After i got him, my attitude changed completely. I stopped feeling so alone and depressed about being sick.
Scout's the funniest dog I've ever m
et. He is truly a clown. He curls up next to me when I am crying or sick, and sleeps with me when I'm lonely. He kept me company during the day when my parents were working and my brother was at school. This critter seriously knows how to make me laugh. If you've ever met a pug, you know how lovable and silly these little dudes are.Before i met Scout, I never knew I could love an animal so much.
I am fully recovered now, i owe my recovery and positive attitude throughout all my surgery and illness to Scout. So, Cheers & thanks to the little pug that saved me :)
& Happy Thanksgiving!
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