Chiefy.

I haven’t posted on this here blog for a long time.

One day I might tell that story. Until then, I want to talk about my boy dog, Chief, aka Chiefy, aka Chiefo or sometimes butthole or sometimes something worse.

I’ve had Chiefy almost two years. It is not an understatement to say that he is the boy Pug of my dreams. 

He’s a good man, a handsome man, a good kisser and a good listener. He likes belly rubs, supper time, bones and chewies, his toy cupcakes and he has a special toy monkey that he humps every night before bed.

Weird? Yeah. But you get used to a Pug humping his monkey eventually. 

After I lost Penny I wasn’t sure if I would survive without her. I never imagined life without her. And then I met Chief, our souls vibed and he walked into my life 1.5 weeks after I put my soul dog down.

My favorite thing about him is what he did for his older sister Pickles. Chief taught Pickles how to be a Pug. He taught her how to dog.

For the first six months Pickles ignored her brother and pretended like he didn’t exist. But she watched everything he did and mimicked his behavior.

Chief is on the couch? Pickles is on the couch. Chief got into something he shouldn’t have? Pickles is there beside him.

Chief barks? Pickles barks.

For most of Pickles’ life, she was raised in my home, which was kind of like a senior citizen retirement home for Pugs. Pickles hung out with her two besties, and they didn’t do a whole lot in their elder years. 

Pickles grieved Penny hard. It was heartbreaking to see.

But then a giant monkey-humping boy walked into our lives.

Chief fixed his sister’s broken heart. Mine, too. 

Thanks for adopting us buddy. We love our big linebacker boy. 😍