This looks like a sweet and gentle pug. The kind of pug that will nook up on a stranger’s foot for a pet or two. A loving pug that just lies around, or on top of you, and radiates puglove. This is Bentley and he’s fueling my pugflames all the way from Dallas.
— I immediately picture Bentley in a Bentley and the mental image is glorious.
— I’ve always wanted to go to Texas, and my favorite t-shirt says “Don’t Mess With Texas,” it’s awesome. My sister was born there too so I think it’s in my cards to love Texas. I love it even more now that I know Bentley’s there.
“He likes long naps, short walks, and plenty of snacks. Definitely a momma’s boy!”
— This sounds a lot like another pug I know… (Cough)(Marlo)(Cough)… Bentley’s Mom also told me that he’s 4 years old so he’s hit his plateau of puppy-pug wickedness. What I mean is that our babies only get sweeter with age. Pug puppies, although disgustingly adorable, are quite a handful. With time, these precious angels are less about the destruction of your belongings and more about loving the sh*t out of you. Why? Because that’s what pugs do best, and that’s all they have to do really. We are blinded by their love to the point where feeding them bacon isn’t cause for special occasion, it’s because in our minds they simply deserve it.
To Bentley’s Family, I imagine this baby has quite the life filled with air-conditioned naps, sunny walks, and delicious pork cuisine. Big love for this precious pug because even puglove is bigger in Texas. Pugs and kisses always.