Tug

Tug is a boxer/bulldog combo, I think. Smaller than a boxer, not quite as stout as a bulldog. He is also one of the cutest and sweetest dogs we've ever fostered. It took a while for that face to grow on me, but it did. He's small for my taste in dogs, but if there had been an open spot in our home when Tug came through, he probably would have stayed here.

As it happened, he got adopted by a young woman who lives near Richmond. She has a little pug named Tia, so Tug has a playmate, and quite a tenacious one at that.

We had Tug for quite a while, in part because he would react very aggressively towards very large men. Clay is 6'4" or so, and that wasn't enough to trigger it. It was some combination of height and weight, obviously brought on by a very bad experience with such a person in Tug's past. In his new home, it was manifested as a protectiveness towards his new mom, but she has dealt with it beautifully and Tug is very much at home there.

Anyway, I just received an email from the adopter saying that Tug was doing well and that they would be moving soon from their apartment into their first house. Tug and Tia will have a large fenced back yard to romp and roll in for the first time.