Today we had to let Oscar, the Pug, go. He was 14 years old and very sick. He was blind, def and had no voice at all, but he was the sweetest dog. My favorite memory of him, other than just the way he seemed to saturate you with snot just by breathing close to you, was when all the Larsons were over at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and we were having a picnic and playing games in the back yard. Nikki was sitting on the grass with all of us, but for some reason Oscar thought Nikki's back would be the best place to lift his leg and relieve himself. Funny as heck! He's been much loved by my kids, and fun to have around. Ace really loved him, too, but he was just too old to play as rough as Ace wanted. I've never heard any living thing breathe so dang loud in all my life, but what a sweet disposition for such an ugly little thing. You are loved, Ox!