Praise my damn pug

February is the month of peanut - i remember holding her little ass through a 2 hour car ride. She had no idea what was going on. When we got home, we decided to name her, lots of names but MY idea won, peanut. A day later my mom trusted me to hold her and i dropped her on the concrete stairs (she was fine). She started having problems with running away so we got her a collar. I forgot to put it on and she ran 4 miles away into another neighborhood. It was midnight by the time we caught her ass and its probably the most shes ever ran in her entire fat ass life. One day we decided to invest in a lake house for folks to rent, when we where canoeing in the one of the deepest lakes in miSHE JUMPED OUT. I had to save her and I ALMOST DROWNED.. The cottage was next to a road with a shit ton of speeding cars as well and HER DUMBASS WOULD RUN IN FRONT OF THEM. she also feel in the fuckin toilet there. We sold the cottage last year june, good times ill miss it. But not a month after that she brought like 10 dead baby bunnies to our front porch and they where soaked in blood. and she was chewing on them like a dog toy. no cap there was BRAINS. AND GUTS. IN OUR BACK YARD. i'm still proud of her for that like she a good hunter for a flat face organism. She constantly got ticks and we had to slather her in oil and she STUNK. she still goofs around and plays on the ice, four years old pepe!