Am I a pug?

We went out yesterday for a walk (I take my Mom and my brother out for three walks a day . . .) and a neighbor visitor asked if I was a pug.

When I heard this question, I immediately stopped sniffing the grass and looked at her. I thought "of course I'm a PUG. What do you think I am? A chicken? A furry basketball?" My Mom answered with that wierd "pug mix" story, but we all know I'm really 100% pug. Face it - I'm a little dog, with big attitude. As I said, what else could I possibly be?

Then the bomb dropped. It seems neighbor lady had a "pug pug", not a pug mix. Pug-pug comes over and we stare at each other for a moment. He's silver, I'm fawn. He's double curl, I'm single curl. He's 15 pounds, I'm 25 pounds. Hmm . . . .ok, ok, so I'm not pug-pug, but pug mix. Alright, I admit it. I pug mix and pug-mix proud!!