Winleighs King Clovis
Clovis joined me on March 30, 2005, the day my father died. The only
cure for grief I knew was a Pug, three legged, one-eyed, even half a
Pug would do. I needed the essence of Pug, which is joy.
Clovis has Cerebellar Hypoplasia, but his resulting neurological
shortcomings have not interfered one bit with life's pleasures.
Clovis has learned how to pick up and carry a stick.
He can go up and down the stairs, carrying enormous stuffed toys, and
he does not trip. Life has been good to Clovis.
Clovis knows how to be happy. Clovis is Pug Personified...