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After an afternoon spent watching Zoe patrol our back patio, unsuccessfully hunting lizards and doing her best to strike fear in the hearts of passing rottweilers who were safely outside the fence, I came across this story about miracle dog, Sophie Tucker.

After living with pugs for years, I'm always impressed by truly useful dogs. It's not that a pug wouldn't survive a ship wreck. But instead of swimming five miles to safety, then hunting feral baby goats for sustenance, a pug would simply float along until she found a bigger, more luxurious yacht passing by. Then, once aboard, the pug would insist upon taking over the state room and spend her remaining days at sea dining on filet mignon and bossing around the ship's crew into doing her bidding.

It's their greatest talent. The pug comfort gene.

Posted 12 April 2009 at 08:00 PM