From Booger to Bougie
I have a puppy now.
He's the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life.
My mom saved him at 1 week old when my grandma's Shih Tzu died after giving birth to one ugly puppy. Half pug, half Shih Tzu. A rat bit his tail, so he was infected. And like, double the dying.
He was really, really ugly. And my cousin named him Booger. Because of the ugliness.
Today he's three months old. He's INCREDIBLY hyper. And very much alive. And still extremely ugly. And he's not house trained. Much to my dismay.
I've decided to rename him Bougie. Bougie, the ugliest dog. Bougie, the furthest thing from bougie. Bougie, not Booger.
Here he is, in all his ugliness.
Don't say I didn't warn you.