Apologies to all you Puggers out there awaiting a new post from me - I have had better things to spend my time on recently. But I refuse to abandon you all, so here is a thought that has been running through my mind.
Babies. I have never really been a baby person often trying to avoid eye contact on the bus with a bonnie child that expects me to fall at its tiny toes in admiration of something so small. Don't get me wrong - I find them adorable but I won't go out of my way to seek one out. My lovely neighbours have just had a baby and I now find myself thinking about them more than usual. There is something about the little digits, the squat features and the vulnerable nature that makes my heart melt. This is the same for nearly all animals in the world.
They are just irresistable - I'm talking lion cubs, penguins, chicks... However, I have noticeed that there is one animal that produces a baby that keeps my heart firmly in solid form - you will be shocked to hear this but there is nothing in a pug puppy that makes my heart melt. In fact, I would rather not look at them until they have reached full maturity.
I have spent the last few months thinking this through and I think I know why I can not stand the society of a pug puppy. A fully grown pug, to me, represents perfection. Nothing could be cuter - it is therefore impossible for the pug puppy to be able to compete with his older counterpart. As a result, when seeing them, I feel repulsed with frustration, they are so close to perfection whilst being at the same time so far from it.
The only solution I can see for this dilema is to keep all pugs away from me until they have become adults. I therefore suggest pug farms where all pug puppies go and are kept out of my way until they groow up and then they can be released into the wild and chased by yummy mummies across H'Heath where only the fasters, deadliest mums will succeed in catching themselves a pug. I think it is the best solution for all.
