r/Puggle

We had 15.5 years together, but it wasn’t enough. I’ll miss him everyday for the rest of my life.

Chapter One: The Morning of Wonders The sun peeked through my bedroom window like a golden friend tapping my shoulder, and I stretched my velvety white paws until they trembled with joy. *Today*, I thought, my tail thumping against my quilted blanket like a drumroll, *today is the day Lenny promised we'd go somewhere extraordinary*. "Pete! Pete!" Roman's voice tumbled down the hallway, rough and eager as a puppy's first howl. His sneakers squeaked against the hardwood floor, each step counting down to adventure. "Dad says we're leaving in twenty minutes! Get your tail in gear!" I bounded from my dog bed, my short white fur practically glowing with excitement, and nearly collided with Mariya at the kitchen doorway. She knelt, her hands warm and soft as fresh-baked bread, and cupped my face. "Look at you, my little star," she whispered, her eyes catching the morning light like two polished amber stones. "Those makeup streaks around your eyes make you look like a tiny warrior preparing for battle." "More like a tiny warrior preparing for *picnics*," Lenny rumbled from behind his coffee mug, his voice deep and comforting as a well-worn blanket. "Wingate Field, Pete. Have I ever told you about Wingate Field?" Roman dropped to his knees beside me, his brown eyes alive with the secret-keeping excitement of an older brother. "It's huge, Pete. Like, *ocean* huge. There's a lake, and trails that go forever, and—" he paused, dramatic as a thunderclap, "—tunnels. Dark ones." My ears flattened involuntily. *Dark ones*, I repeated in my head, and something cold touched my heart like a dew-soaked paw. Mariya noticed everything. She always did. "Roman," she said softly, that mother-tone that wrapped around worries like a soft bandage, "let's not overwhelm your brother before breakfast." She stroked between my ears until the coldness retreated like tide from sand. "Wingate Field is beautiful, Pete. You'll see." I pressed against her leg, breathing in her familiar scent—lavender and something uniquely *Mariya*, like hope and patience mixed together. But Roman's words echoed: *dark ones*. I pushed the fear down, buried it like a bone I hoped never to unearth. After all, I was Pete the Puggle, storyteller and adventurer. What was a little darkness to a dog like me? The car ride felt like flying inside a metal bird. I sat on Mariya's lap, my nose pressed against the window, watching the world transform from houses to trees to something vast and green that seemed to breathe on the horizon. "There," Lenny said, pointing with one hand on the wheel. "That's where magic happens." Wingate Field unfolded before us like a painting come alive—emerald grass stretching to kiss the sky, wildflowers dotting the landscape like scattered jewels, and in the distance, water catching sunlight and throwing it back in a thousand shattered pieces. I barked once, surprised by my own voice, by the joy that escaped like steam from a kettle. But then I saw the lake more clearly, and my bark caught in my throat like a swallowed bee. It wasn't a puddle or a friendly stream. It was *vast*, gray-green and shifting, with tiny waves that licked the shore like hungry tongues. My paws remembered their first bath, the way water had surrounded me, how I'd thrashed and sputtered and felt the world tilt wrong. *Water*, I thought, and the word tasted of drowning. "Pete?" Roman followed my gaze, followed my frozen stillness. His hand found my scruff, warm and steady. "Hey. Hey, look at me." I forced my eyes from the water to his face, that face I'd loved since I was small enough to fit in his palms. "We'll stay on the shore, okay? Just sand between our toes. Nothing scary today." I wanted to believe him. I *did* believe him, mostly. But fear is a stubborn thing, a weed with roots that wind deep. I licked his hand once, a promise I wasn't sure I could keep, and let him carry me toward our picnic spot beneath a spreading oak. The oak welcomed us with dappled shade and whispering leaves. Mariya spread our blanket like a magic carpet, and Lenny produced sandwiches from their basket-home with the flourish of a magician. But even peanut butter's sweet promise couldn't fully distract me from the lake's patient presence, from the way it waited like a question I didn't want answered. "Who's ready to explore?" Roman's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, and I stood on wobbly legs, determined to be brave, determined to be the dog my family believed me to be. ---

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Chapter One: The Morning That Smelled Like Adventure** The sun didn't merely rise that Saturday morning—it performed a grand theatrical production, flinging ribbons of tangerine and honey across our Brooklyn sky like confetti at the world's most magnificent parade. I, Pete the Puggle, stood at our front door with my velvety white fur practically vibrating with anticipation, my eyes—which Lenny-Dad swore contained "enough sparkle to power a small carnival"—fixed on the leash in Mariya-Mom's gentle hands. "Today's the day, my little storyteller," Lenny-Dad announced, his voice carrying that particular warmth that made my tail perform helicopter maneuisons. "Betsy Head Park awaits our grand expedition!" Roman, my older brother and sometimes-rival-but-always-champion, bounded down the stairs wearing his adventure backpack—slightly too big for his frame, which made him look like a determined turtle preparing for mountaineering. "Last one to the car is a rotten kibble!" he challenged, though his eyes, brown and twinkling like polished chestnuts, betrayed his playful spirit. We collected Bruce Lee en route, my magnificent friend whose martial arts prowess was legendary among the neighborhood squirrels. He executed a flawless bow upon greeting my family, his compact frame radiating disciplined power. "Pete-san," he addressed me with grave formality, though his whiskers twitched with mirth, "today we face destiny together." The park unfolded before us like a living tapestry—emerald grass stretching toward the horizon, ancient willows draping their weeping branches over crystalline ponds, and the distant laughter of children creating a symphony of joy. I inhaled deeply, my sensitive nose cataloging adventures: damp earth after recent rain, charcoal from distant barbecues, the sweet perfume of early blooming hyacinths. "Stay close, my brave little narrator," Mariya-Mom reminded, her fingers brushing my head with that perfect pressure between gentle and grounding. "Betsy Head holds wonders, but wonders require wisdom." I yipped my assent, already composing the epic tale forming in my puppy heart. Little did I comprehend that this ordinary morning would transform into an odyssey of terror, courage, and love's unbreakable bonds.

Read more here : https://petethepuggle.blogspot.com/2026/05/i-need-to-write-long-creative-story-as.html?m=1

Spent a windy and rainy night sleeping in the 4Runner. But totally worth it to watch Cowboy spend his morning rubbing on the good smelling stuff!

This is our silly girl. She is our Agent of Chaos, and we adore her. (adopted 9/2023)

My baby girl Twinkie just passed a moment ago. She started having a seizure and it was too much for her. I've had her since she was a week old. I got her for my sixth birthday. She was my snuggle puggle. My puggle princess. We used to just cuddle on the couch while I would read or watch a movie. Now she's gone.

The 3rd (and probably most chaotic) would be eating… 😂

My former foster girl, now mine (before anyone comes at me - a previous lab bit that chunk off of the bone and he did not swallow it ..I always supervise)

She did me proud and annoyed the crap out of my favorite vet team. Just reminding them that she was there. She had a little nip tuck performed! 😆

Awaiting results on her second mammary mass in two years. She and her sister were not spayed until I adopted them, when they were 8 years old. So I’m sure this won’t be the last one either!

A couple years ago a vet pulled my puggles top front teeth out stating it needed to be done because of his underbite. I was wondering if anyone else had this done by their vet and felt it was unnecessary. I look back and I wish I would have got a second opinion because he wasn’t even having any issues.

The Tale of Pete Puggle: A Day of Courage and Discovery** --- ### Chapter 1: The Morning of Adventure The sun rose gently over the bustling streets of Maplewood, casting a warm glow on the Puggle household. Pete, with his wagging tail and curious eyes, sniffed the air excitedly as his family packed the car for their day trip to the 6BC Botanical Garden. Lenny, or "Dad" as Pete affectionately called him, was at the wheel, humming a cheerful tune. Mariya, "Mom," sat in the front seat, her curls bouncing as she discussed the garden's wonders with Roman, Pete's older brother, who was eagerly anticipating the day. Pete climbed onto his father's lap, his heart full of anticipation. He loved exploring new places, especially ones that promised hidden treasures and adventures. But deep down, a small voice whispered fear—fear of the unknown, fear of water, and fear of being separated from his family. However, he pushed these thoughts aside, eager to dive into the day. --- read more here woof woof : https://petethepuggle.blogspot.com/2026/05/petes-adventure-in-6bc-botanical-garden.html?m=1

New to group. This is Luigi our puggle. He was my wife's a few years before we met. However, when I moved in, he quickly changed his allegiance and is my little chunky sausage. My wife still says I stole her dog. I believe he is 9 years old and is very dramatic. As a puppy he got hit by a car and has arthritis in his front legs and hates having his nails trimmed at the vet. But he is my little buddy and my shadow. His snoring is louder than a freight train, which I know is normal with puggles. He also gets these weird asthma attach sounding fits when he sleeps weird. I rub his tummy and it calms him down.