for a few hours today this house was a pug hotel. malte's friend the pug, also named malte, came to stay since his owners were away.
he was such a joy, all superexcited to be here, desperately wanting to play with the cats - who were so less than impressed - but settling with a little plastic bowl he found and then carried around. until he fell asleep in the sofa, snuffling and snoring loudly. we did a lot of cuddling too. and in the end a couple of the youngest cats showed a bit of interest, i guess his behaviour reminded them of little loaf.
oh, the pug as a breed these days won't win any soundness contests, and the cuteness is debatable. but character and personality is not, and this pug named malte has lots. it was such a treat to have a little dog in the house again, if only for a few hours.
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And I love that the cats also came to check him out. In our house it doesn't matter who (or what) the visitor is, the cats LOATHE them. Far too set in their ways.
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