Friday, 4 July 2014

Pug Reviews

I think it was Plato who once coined that immortal phrase that haunts the front of our t shirts, “pugs not drugs”.  Since Plato was a massive crack and opium fiend, his love for our wrinkly little friends must have been rather overwhelming to give up narcotics in favour of their squinty little faces.  His slogan still resonates today.  Everywhere you turn these days people seem to be enjoying pugs.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less when it comes to pugs.  Their faces look like my scrotum, and yet there are virtually no women willing to carry my scrotum around in their handbag.  In fact, said women tend to call the police when I attempt to teabag their Louis Vuitton’s.  In that regard I am highly jealous of pugs.  I just don’t see the appeal of a squashed, sub-intelligent creature that can’t walk unaided for more 20 minutes and suffers from eye prolapses.  

That’s why I thought I’d review some pugs.  It is my intention to try and underscore their crapness through rigorous and prolonged critique.  Please see the following abominations:


Looks: 2/10 (looks like a withered bumbleball)

Personality:  3/10 (when not asleep, favourite activity is going boss-eyed)

Mileage: 0/10 (prefers to be wheeled around in a cart)

Intelligence: 5/10 (smartly avoids physical activity)

Brucie is probably the laziest pug I’ve ever seen.  When he’s not snoozing away, the only other thing he does is look at me hungrily.  At least, I think he’s looking at me.  Brucie steadfastly refuses to walk anywhere because he is too used to his owners carrying him around in a bag.  I’m not sure that Brucie has ever learned to walk.  While most people think he’s pretty dumb, I reckon this is all an act to try and avoid any sort of physical exertion.  If I could persuade giant apes to attend to me every whim and desire, I would be just like Brucie.  Unfortunately, it makes him about as interesting as a movie franchise reboot.


Looks: 1/10 (like something found behind the sofa)

Personality: 1/10 (also ugly on the inside)

Mileage: 4/10 (can walk across a room without an asthma attack)

Intelligence:  3/10 (no notable tricks to speak of)

Maggie doesn’t have a whole lot going for her to be honest.  If she was a human in Edwardian England, her family would accept an offer of half a pig for her hand in marriage.  All she does is bark all day long.  When I say bark, it sounds more like someone squeezing out a high-pitched fart into a glass of water.  On the plus side, physical activity doesn’t outright kill her, and she has been seen trotting across the room to bark at a houseplant or a chair.


Looks: 5/10 (crossed with a superior dog)

Personality: 0/10 (destructive in short bursts)

Mileage: 5/10 (crazy, but easily tired)

Intelligence: 0/10 (couldn’t even get a job at McDonalds)

I’m pretty sure that Chuppa once starred in a cartoon about a Tasmanian devil and his closest kin.  Technically, Chuppa is a Jug; a Pug and Jack Russell cross breed.  This gives him a double dose of small dog syndrome, making him a nightmare to control or even be around.  However, he doesn’t look like someone has stepped on his face, so that has to count for something.

Well, that was fun wasn’t it?  I think I might branch out and insult more than just pugs.  If you’d like me to critique your pet, just send me a picture to and we’ll see if beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.


  1. I'm not the biggest fan of pugs but I can see the appeal at least. They're small, which instantly designates them as being cute, even though they aren't. Their faces look sunken and they just look like something is wrong with them all the time. I'm not too surprised to hear they have actual physical issues. At least it's not as bad as Chihuahuas. Those things are just devils.

    1. Isn't the word Chihuahua Spanish for "What The Fuck Is That Thing?" I agree. Those things should exorcised for demons.

  2. I think you've done it, you found a niche that has yet been unexplored. This could be the breakthrough that gets you on all the chat shows and news outlets. No one is reviewing dogs, let alone pugs. Also, I had no idea about the eye prolapses. Good god that is one image search I will be unable to scrub from my brain.

    1. I'm not usually squeamish, but weird eye things really freak me out. I can't stand to see people touching their own eyeballs.

  3. I wish I knew one of those crazy dog lovers who liked to stuff their deceased dogs. I wonder how difficult it would be for a taxidermist to stuff a pug and have it look right. Sorry, that's my terrible sense of humor coming into play.

    1. I doubt you could make a pug look right since it already looks like a bad taxidermy job while it's still alive.


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