A “parliament” of owls; a “murder” of crows; and…
A “grumble” of pugs.
I don’t know how many breeds of dogs have their very own collective noun, but pugs do. Its origins are somewhat apocryphal, but one explanation that has some credence is that it stems from the Dutch word for pug, mopshond, which loosely translates as “grumble dog.”
I’ve met a lot of pugs in the last three years—since I became a volunteer for DFW Pug Rescue Club of Texas—and I can tell you, I’ve never heard a pug grumble. Snort, sneeze, bark, yap, snore, all that and more, but never a grumble. So I don’t know why or how the Dutch came up with that name. I recently Googled the word “mopshond” and, not surprisingly, I ended on the website “Pugs.nl”, a Dutch language site for all things pug in the Netherlands (with convenient English translations.) If you’re interested, click here (or “Klik Hier”, if you speak Dutch): http://www.pugs.nl/
But I digress.
My current grumble is four pugs—all girls:
- Farah—adopted July 2013 at the age of 5
- Mitzee—adopted March 2014 at the age 1
- Nessie—adopted May 2014 at the age of 8
- Dahlia—adopted August 2014 at the age of 1
My girls have become fast friends, and an integral part of the Middleton family. Over the next few weeks I’ll share more about each one. In the meantime, I’d love to hear from you with your own pet stories—whether pug or otherwise.