I remember when I was about 7 or 8 I got my first dog. My mom walked in the door carrying a cage. In this cage was a puppy. It was a funny looking dog, its face looked like it was smushed and it had a curly tail. It was also very small and wouldn't grow much. I asked my mom "What kind of dog is it?" She said "It is a pug and it is only two months old." We decided to name it Mikey. I probably played with the dog till we both got tired. While playing i probably had to chase him around alot because he was young and scared of everything.