Two weeks in, and we are really feeling our oats, so to say. Napoleon has turned into a none stop playing machine, playing with anyone and anything ... dogs, toy, shoes, shoe strings ... anything. We're sometimes amazed he manages to find so many toys, and he finds them so quickly. But then I guess we're always more worried about his handicap than he is. He still bumps into things ... the fence, a table, the tv stand -- one day hitting it so hard we heard the bonk a room away, and he yelped. But that stuff never seems to slow him down ... he takes it all in stride and just keep moving in his own special way ... mapping out the room by first turning a small circle and then turning progressively bigger and bigger circles until he thinks he owns the room.

He grows

It took Napoleon exact one week to put on more than a pound ... from 2 pounds and 11 ounces to 3 pounds and 12 ounces ... a little dog eating like a horse. He's slowed down size, not attacking his food like he did when we first brought him home, making me believe food was scarce. A breeder starving a puppy ... why would that person ever even decide raising dogs is a good idea.

It seems Napoleon now realizes food is no long scarce and once in while now even walks away from his bowl before all the food is gone. He's also learned how to really play, both with people, shoes and other dogs, especially my sister's one year old bug, Molly. She's an amazing puppy sitter, play with him only as hard as he wants. When Napoleon finally quits and walks away from a game with Molly, he heads to a bed to take a nap.

Napoleon seems to be blossoming since being placed in foster care. He is just another sweet little example of the good work being done by all the people of Kentuckiana Pug Rescue. Times are tight and KPR can't help all the dogs they would like to help, but they still fight the good fight.

It would appear as Napoleon had gained at least six ounces to his small frame, maybe eight. It's so hard to read the scales when weigh-ee refuses to sit still.

His is such a different prospective on the world. His bedroom is made by Fisher-Price, a small plastic, barnish looking little case about the size of an old fashioned lunch box. It took him no time to figure out how to open the front door of his barn, so we've had to devise newer and tricky methods of keeping him in for the night.

He's learned quickly how to communicate with us, telling us what he needs, from a good meal to a trip the bathroom. If we stay on our schedule, we make it through the day without a single accident, but we have to be willing to take him outside within 30 minutes of his last meal, and at least every two hours. We are making it through the night, but once we are up, it's wise to waste as little time as possible getting him down the stairs and out the door, just to be safe.


He's probably better able to handle the world than we sometimes give him credit. He seems so small, we're quick to step in and save him from all dangers, real and imaginary. He seems to be content just to lay down by my side as I work online or watch tv, but isn't above a good game of attacking a shoe, and if the shoe is missing, a foot will work just fine. I must say, those little teeth of his are very sharp.
All in all, the little dog is doing very well, better than I could have hoped. Now to find him his forever home.

Say hello to Napoleon

My name is Napoleon and I am a pug puppy. Even for a pug, I am a bit on the small side, barely weighing three pounds only days away from my four-month old birthday. Other than being small, and blind, yeah, blind, I'm pretty much just a pup. Heck, my handicap seems to a lot bigger issue for my foster folks than for me. If you take me outside, I know what grass feels like under my feet and what I'm suppose to use it for. I just start out turning one small circle and then turn a second larger circle and so on and so on and so on until I've learned the terrain and found the perfect spot to take care of business. I can use my nose to find my food dish and water bowl, and as long as my foster dad whistles, I can find him anywhere in the house ... no big deal. Like any other pup, I love to play, attacking things like boots and shoe strings, and playing a circular version of chase with Molly, a one year old Bug pup I've met. It's a blast and I bark and growl and yip like any other pup.
It's a good life, and I am glad to be here.