Winston Churchill composed this “doggerel” when his daughter’s pug fell under the weather:
Oh, what is the matter with poor Puggy-Wug?
Pet him and kiss him and give him a hug.
Run and fetch him a suitable drug.
Wrap him up tenderly all in a rug.
That is the way to cure Puggy-Wug.
Of course, Churchill wasn’t a pug fancier. He was also not a bulldog person, even though he looked a lot like one.
This Lion of the British Empire preferred a true warrior beast for his canine company.
His preferred dog was the poodle. He had two similar poodles named “Rufus” and “Rufus II.”
Winston and Rufus
What a beautiful poem. I too a Pug owner, share the warming love, joy & mischievous antics that these little furry friends bring you in your everyday life.
Life without a Pug, I don’t think so… :O)
Love Jess xxx
Never without a sweet pug
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