Hi, Pugsly here

Mom said I could tell the story of how I came to live with her family. My first family was an elderly man and woman. I used to love sitting on the man's lap in his wheel chair. After a few years he died. sniff sniff. A few years after that the woman started to fall easily and so she kept me in the back yard for a year. Then since my new family had been helping her a lot she gave me to them! She would still come to visit me and sometimes I would go visit her. She died a year after I came to my new home. My new Dad and I became popcorn buddies, and if it didn't have enough butter on it all I had to do was give him "the look" and he throws me a more suitable piece!