One year ago this Friday Stella came to our house to live. Some of you on here know we had a little min pin for 12 years and he passed away just a few weeks before we got Stella. We were heartbroken and lost without having the sound of a dog greet us when we came home, and our home was so silent. A friend of mine had a friend who was a dog breeder (in the loosest sense of the word) and thought if I visited her kennel that I might want to take home a rehome dog. At that time I didn't even know what that meant. Butch told me, do not bring home an adult dog, and do not bring home any pugs! ( We had heard she raised lots and lots of pugs) He wanted to get another minpin. So my first thought was as we were still a block away I could smell the kennel, and my second thought was when we pulled up " take me home right now!" BUT I was nice and walked around with them and looked at all the dogs in the pens, and kennels and all I could think was I have to get the hell out of here cos I can't breathe! She showed me Caviler Spanials that had several litters and she was trying to find homes for them, they were jumping and barking and so happy that someone was visiting with them, but I just stayed hard hearted! We looked at rot's, beagles, basset hounds and the list went on and on. Again, I just wanted to go home. She had a nursury in a building and was showing me a new litter of samoy babies and I also saw her bulldog that had been blinded by another breeders dog and the terribles stories just went on and on. Over in the corner among all the yelping dogs, was a pen with 4 big dogs in it, and one little black pug. She picked up the pug (who smelled like a sewer gone amuck) and showed her to me. She said the pug was the only one that had lived from the litter, she was around 4 months old, she wasn't sure and her little soft spot didn't close right, and her eyes were damaged possiblly from the other dogs jumping around her. This little pug had the most unique little face and weirdest little eyes that all you could do is laugh when you looked at her. The next thing I knew I was holding her, and carried her throughout the rest of the hell tour. When it was time to go home she had somehow found her place in the passenger seat of my car, while I was driving the getaway car. Needless to say two bathes later, (still stinky) she and I were waiting in the recliner for Butch to walk in the door and send us both packing! His first response was "what the hell is that" and his second was "let me hold her!" Thus our story began. We knew nothing about pugs, so the next day we almost killed her having her outside to meet and greet everyone at our house, it was just like having a new baby and no parent sense! Now it has almost been a year, and she has wormed her way deep inside our hearts. She makes me laugh, when she looks at me, she humors me with the clothes I put on her, she loves our grandkids, and she loves us. I have learned something very important this week though, from a very smart person, and that is, " stella is not a victim anymore and we need to stop thinking of her as one. That we are beginning a new chapter in her life and it is going to be good and positive!" So thats our story, later her brother Sam came to live with us so we have two little pugs now. What is your story?