Harry's Mom here. I wanted to tell you a little story about a very big puglet. His name is Grover and he's not really a puglet - but I suspect he thinks he is.
Grover is a mastiff puppy whose littermates didn't survive and who was then rejected by his mother. Lucky for him, there was another litter due at his home. A litter of puglets. The pug mother took Grover in like he was her own and nursed him along with her pug puppies.
Harry and I went to see the pug puppies this weekend - along with Harry's newest girlfriend Libby. These are Libby's brothers (an all-boy litter), so Libby's Mom wanted to see them and I was all about going along for the ride. Who can resist puppy breath?
Harry told you about his experience - I can tell you that it wasn't easy to leave there without a puppy. I fell in love with Grover, as probably everyone does!
This story of Grover reminds me of a book I love. It's called the Ugly Pugling. Search for it on Amazon (or your bookstore of choice) - its' a wonderful story!
I think Grover will always be an honorary pug :-)