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Name: Picklesworth “Pickles” King

Birth date: July 15, 2006

Breed: Pug

Distinctive feature: Lightning-quick tongue

Favorite color: I don’t care what color it is as long as I can eat it.

Favorite treat: Ice cubes and rawhide twists

Favorite toy: Penelope Pug, because she looks like me

Favorite pastime: Licking Ty’s jowls

Least favorite thing: Getting my claws clipped

Before Pickles, I hated small dogs. I thought they were yappy and annoying and that anyone who liked them was yappy and annoying, too. I was so, so wrong. Pickles is the coolest dog of any size I have ever met in my life. She turned me from a cat person who tolerated dogs into a dog and cat person.

Jesse and I had been talking about getting a dog, but we kept putting it off because we both worked so much. But about a month after I quit my job to work from home full time, we met a pug puppy at a friend’s party and fell in love. We actually called a breeder on the way home from the party and met him that night to put down a deposit!

Waiting five weeks for the puppies to be old enough for weaning was torture, but we filled the time by spending hundreds of dollars on a crate, more toys than any dog needs, about a dozen different kinds of treats, and five or six little pug outfits. Then, the day came and we met up with the breeder and his family to pick out our new baby.

At 3 lbs, Pickles was twice as big as any of the other puppies, and she was also the most wiggly. It was love at first sight. And even after she kept us up all night howling for her littermates and pooped all over herself repeatedly, we didn’t even mind because she was the best thing either of us had ever seen.

Eight months later, the novelty has worn off, but the excitement hasn’t waned one bit! Pickles completes us.