Meet my Pugs!

Rocky

When I was a child, I dreamed like most American kids of having a dog. Being an only child was not all it’s cracked up to be, especially in my house. When my parents finally gave in to my thousands of dog requests when I was 11, they took me to an adoption even that was held be Pug Rescue of Sacramento, now Pug Rescue of Northern California. While my parents kept trying to convince me to choose a much younger “show pug”, I fell head over heels for a little pug with a sporty stripe, Rocky. He very quickly became my best friend and stayed with me until he passed my second year of college. He remains the reason why I continue to rescue pugs.

Butters

When my then boyfriend now husband and I moved out of our parents’ homes and into our first apartment together, we knew we wanted to rescue our first pug as soon as we could. We went to multiple adoption events, visited foster homes, and even had fosters meet us in our home to look for our newest family member. If wasn’t until I decided to make the hour and a half drive out to see a pug named Moglie did I know it was meant to be. The 29-pound loaf of love named Moglie was Butters, my soul dog.

Peanut

While we absolutely loved having Butters, we often felt guilty leaving him at home by himself whenever we went to work or to run errands. In came Peanut, the pug that tested our sanity while teaching us to learn a whole new level of love. When we started toying with the idea of taking in another dog for Butters, I started following Facebook pages of all the California based pug rescues. It was on Central Coast Pug Rescue’s page where I first saw Peanut, and knew it was fate. Although we were warned that Peanut suffered from epilepsy and would need lifelong care, we happily welcomed our fourth family member. It was then that the Instagram account, Peanut Butters the Pugs, was born.

Dobby

Our beautiful Butters was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2016 and even though we tried to fight it as hard as we could, we also knew we had to start looking for a companion for Peanut in the dreaded anticipation of Butters’ absence. It was then when we were informed by Tiny Paws Pug Rescue that they just had a new litter of pug puppies that were born into the rescue. I offered to take in the little boy pup and that’s how Dobby came to be a part of our family. Dobby’s biological mom was a full pug, and his father was half chihuahua and half Pomeranian.

Norbert

The devastating loss of Butters meant that I saw his face everywhere. Every time I saw a photo of a pug, I’d think that it was perhaps my special little guy had found his way back to me. It was on one of photo doomscrolling nights that I spotted a very small picture of Norbert on Tiny Paws Pug Rescue’s website and knew he was meant to be a part of our grumble.

Andy

In December of 2023 my husband and I learned that Tiny Paws Pug Rescue was doing a “Photos with Santa” fundraiser in our local mall. So we went, adorned in our best, most festive Christmas sweaters in the hopes of getting a decent photo of Norbert and Dobby with Santa. What we did not expect was to see a large adoptable pug in a wired pen who lured us in with his gigantic pug puppy eyes. Even though we had told ourselves that we shouldn’t take in any more dogs, Andy’s jubilant and loving personality make it impractically impossible to say no. And with that, Andy was added to the grumble.