My little tank, a black pug died a little over a year ago (August 20,2013) I cried for two weeks straight, he was my buddy and my only friend, my wife who was also heartbroken, went to a pug rescue and brought home two little puggies, Bruce was locked in a cage 23 hours a day and only let out in the AM and PM to relive himself, Bruce is a brindle color. She also brought home Cinder, a black female pug, all we know about her is that she was abused. Both have taken to me like they have known me all their lives, they sleep one on either side of me at night, and both have to be on my lap or touching me anytime I am home. They are my fur babies, I think I would be lost without them. Sorry I don't know how to post photos