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My New Muse

The rumors are true.  I am seeing a younger woman.  Of course I am under no delusion; she only loves me for my kibble and chew toys.  Still I am infatuated with this blonde coquette with a natural pug nose.  She is with me now; in fact, you can probably hear her snoring.  Oh, yes, I suppose that you want to be introduced.  Her name is Pebbles; apparently her previous owner was a geologist or a Flintstone fan.

A neighbor asked me how many pugs I have had.  It took me a few minutes to come up with the total.  Over some 50 years of my life, I have  had the privilege and pleasure of being the servant–and occasional midwife  midhusband–to 18 furry, little mandarins. 

And it is time to take Ms. Pebbles for a walk, and show her off to the neighborhood!

Speaking of pug lovers:

  1. Dennis says:

    Eugene so glad another dog got you .

  2. Maura says:

    Sounds like Ms. Pebbles has found a wonderful home!

    • Eugene Finerman says:


      And this home has found a wonderful pug. Of course, this is the suburbs, so Pebbles will have to take piano and dance lessons as well as math tutoring. It is necessary if we want to get her into an Ivy League obediance school.


  3. Peg Pruitt says:

    Congratulations, Eugene. Have you been blessed with a wee-wee of joy yet?

    • Eugene Finerman says:


      Ms. Pebbles is a refined lady—and would never ask such a question about you!

      Unfortunately, since we have broached this topic, I now can expect spam from bladder fetishists.

      Happy Holidays (Fox News would want me to say “Merry Overachieving Jewmas”),


  4. Rafferty Barnes says:

    Hooray! She sounds adorable.

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