They're squat, fat, and prone to a myriad of health issues.
They resemble miniature Ewoks and can be heard blocks away by their heavy
snorting and grunting. Of course the people of San Francisco want to dedicate
one day each month to this creature, the pug. Pug owners, enthusiasts, and friends
of the pug gather every first Sunday of the month at Alta Plaza Park in Pacific Heights to play, socialize, and butt
sniff. As many as 75 pugs are known to take over the park. All breeds are
welcome to the gathering as long as they're pug friendly. Some people
(pugophiles?) even like to lay down a blanket, have a picnic, and simply enjoy
the pugs in the sun.
On this day, Z and I set up a blanket and let Finnegan run loose. He hopped over to every pug and picnicking owner in order to try and ham it up for a few pats on the head. At times, it was a bit difficult to capture Finnegan's photo because he kept darting back and forth trying to get pugs to chase him. We saw so many pugs of all shapes and sizes. We even saw Winston and his owner Susan of Modcloth! This is probably my favorite day of the month because I get to "ooh" and "ahh" over the myriads of pugs and not feel out of place. Hope that you can come and check out Pug Sunday next time you're in the area. Maybe you'll see the chunky black pug wearing a stripped harness prancing around, trying to sneak some food out of your picnic basket.
