A Tribute to a Non-pug
We had Sackett for about ten years. He was fourteen when we lost him this summer. He was the happiest, sweetest-natured little guy we’ve ever known. We came by him when he began getting loose from his home next door to us, and would come see us and spend the day stretched out on our lawn, then stretch and yawn when we’d get home from work, come to greet us like he was ours. Finally the neighbors said we could have him if we wanted! No problem there and we loved him to pieces and enjoyed many wonderful years. He howled for cookies and groaned in joy at tummy rubs. He was a true buddy.
– Laura Olmstead