It has taken me eight long years to become the all-knowing, dapper being that you see today. I was once a little ball of wrinkles that fit into my mommy's hand.

I met my mommy when I was only 9 weeks old in New York City. She had no idea what to do with a crazy little Pug like me. I taught her very well. She learned how to feed me people food when I cried. She let me sleep in her bed under the covers with her when I cried. I even taught her how to take me everywhere with her. If she didn't, I would chew up all her stuff. She was a great student. Mommy likes to think that over the past 8 years, she has become more strict with me. However, I know that I still have her wrapped around my little paw.
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