A Humorous Account of a Poodle Pro Attending a Prejudiced Pug Picnic Party

Imagine my surprise when I went to my mailbox onehostess and her friends were so pleased! They patted
day and found the beautiful, hand-stamped invitation; Ithe top of the crate cooing sweet things in doggie talk
couldn't believe it. I had been invited to attend theto my new baby.
prestigious "Pug Picnic." What is that, you ask? Well,Then, they each took turns eagerly peering in the front
the Pug Picnic has been an annual ritual here in ourof the crate at my new addition. Penelope, in all of her
rural town for several years now. It is an opportunityBeanie Baby glory, peered lifelessly back, letting my
for pug owners from far and wide to get together forsecret out to my new pug friends. But, they didn't
an afternoon of fun and pug pride.seem to mind. They knew that I was trying my best to
I had only heard of this marvelous extravaganza, butfit in. A poodle lover, in a pug predicament, what else
knew I would never be invited. After all, I am acould I do?
pug-free poodle lover. How could it be that I could beOne by one, the pugs began to arrive. Their owners
invited to this breed-specific event? Aren't pug peoplewere so proud as they placed each pooch in with the
prejudiced against poodle people? Apparently not. Thispug posse in the fenced front yard. Snorting and
was quite an honor.sniffing, they ran laps around the yard, just as the
The darling invitations, which appropriately had pugs allhuman guests made laps around the buffet table.
over them, were a delight. They requested that guestsWhat a grand time it was, listening to all of the
bring a hot dish, a lawn chair, oh, and of course, a pug.attendants discuss their pugs and why they loved the
Well, there I was. What could I do? No amount ofbreed so much. Tales of unique tricks and habits were
fancy grooming could turn one of my white poodlestold and compared, as the pugs pleaded for just one
into a pug. But, I really wanted to attend. Surely, themore treat. And pictures, too: family pictures and group
hostess must know of my predicament; I waspictures, even pictures of my Penelope!
determined to find a solution to this dilemma.A drawing was held, and then adorable treat bags,
And so the day arrived of the hallowed event. And,decorated by hand, were distributed for each of the
perhaps I did seem a bit eager, as I was the very firstpets present. Every last detail had been tended to.
one to arrive. Two lovely pugs were romping merrily inThen, before I knew it, it was over. The pugs were
the front yard, acting as the canine welcome wagon. Ipacked away in the mini vans and picnic items
arrived with my hot dish, my lawn chair, and an armfulparceled and picked up. It was finished, and Penelope
of Beggin' Strips. I, of course, was prepared. Whatand I had to head back home. I had a marvelous time,
about the pug you ask? Well, I brought one along, ofand am so thankful for being included.
course.Perhaps, next year, if I am very lucky, I will again
I brought my new baby in a crate, with her soft pinkreceive a coveted invitation to the Pug Picnic. But what
blankie and favorite treats. Penelope was her name,will I tell my pug friends when I know, even by then,
and oh, was she a looker. Perfect pug proportionsPenelope will still not be crate trained?
from head to toe, her coloring, perfect as well. The