The supporting stars of the new feature film Valentino The Last Emperor are the legendary designer Valentino's six pugs — Milton, Monty, Maude, Margot, Maggie, and Molly. If you think that your pug is as runway-ready as Valentino's dogs, enter them into Valentino The Last Emperor's Most Fashionable Pug contest!
You have more dog beds, chew toys, collars, leashes, harnesses, and dog crates than you have dogs.
You meet other people with dogs, and remember their dog's call name after 30 seconds, but don't get the owner/handler's name until you've met them 2 or 3 times.
You don't think twice about trading licks of an ice cream cone with your dog.
Your parents give up on grandchildren and start to refer to your dogs as "your kids" or your children." (Bonus: they start to call them "our granddogs.")
90 percent of your Internet connection time goes to the dogs (seeing what's new when you enter your breed into the browser, reading up on multiple lists, checking out photos, sounds and FAQs, etc.)
You have hundreds of pictures of your dogs on your desk at work, in your wallet, etc., but none of your family or yourself.
No one wants to ride in your car because they know they'll get dog hair on their clothes.
You reach into your pockets for change, and liver treats, dog kibble, and pick-up bags fall all over. (Bonus: You've done this in a classy establishment.)
You've had long meaningful discussions with your friends on the best way to trim your dog's nails, but have never had a manicure or pedicure in your lifetime.
Books and movies are ruined for you if the dog references are incorrect.
The highlight of your day is spending time with your dog.
You watch simply awful movies because your breed is either featured in a cameo scene or there's a 3-second camera shot during a crowd scene.
All of your clothes have dog hair on them, even when they come back from the Laundromat or dry cleaners.
The only thing your friends, colleagues, and passing acquaintances say to you when they see you is, "How are the dogs?" or "How many dogs do you have now?"
Your photo Christmas cards feature your dogs (humans optional).
Your jewelry box contains no jewels - just those fasteners from vari-kennels.
Every time you read the name, Bob, you think the guy's first name is Best of Breed.
You ask your vet if you can ride in her sports car sometime.
Your house isn't carpeted - the fuzzy furballs under your feet are soft enough.
Your hungry hubby comes home from work, lifts the cover of the pan on the stove and says, "Is this people food or dog food?"
Your hungry hubby once ate the dog food and asked for seconds.
Your mother-in-law keeps asking when you are going to have children.
You don't give a second thought to using the brush you just used on your dog to give a quick run through your own hair.
At your dinner parties, you always double check the butter before putting it on the table.
You put important papers in your latest issue of your breed magazine. You know you will find them there.
You have dog hair stuck on tape on wrapped gifts.
You have dog toy/treats in your briefcase.
You have several albums filled with the 8 by 10 pictures of your dogs, but you can't locate any pictures of your kids to send to grandma.
You show up at the car dealers with a ruler, to measure and see if your big dog crate will fit. Before the actual purchase, you make the dealer cringe by insisting that you load both crates and dog into the shiny, new vehicle to make sure it works!
You can't get the groceries in the car because its: a) already full of dog food or b) you have that big old crate in there.
You visit relatives only if there is a dog show nearby.
You remove all the seats from the van except the two in the front so you have room for crates.
The passenger seat is full of dog stuff.
You cringe at the price of food in the grocery store, but think nothing of the cost of dog food or treats.
You have six squeaky hedgehogs...but only one with a squeaky that works.
Your mother knows the implication of a "major breaking".
You put popcorn in the clean dog dish for a movie treat.
You pull out your credit card and little bits of liver are stuck to it.
When you get your latest roll of film and there isn't a single picture of a two-legged person in it.
People at work have stopped offering you their lint brushes. They realize it is a hopeless case.
Friends no longer ask, "how was your weekend"; they ask "how did the dogs do?"
Welcome to Southern Nevada Pug Rescue! We are a 501 (c)(3) non-profit, all-volunteer organization dedicated to the rescue and placement of Pugs in need. Our mission is to rescue neglected, homeless, unwanted, sick or injured Pugs, rehabilitate them and place them in loving, permanent homes in the Southern Nevada area. We strive to educate the public about the Pug dog breed, to encourage responsible pet ownership, and to see to it that any Pug that comes through our rescue ends up in a caring, committed environment. All donations are tax-deductible.
To find out more information about us, please visit us at: www.rescuepugs.com.