This morning, however, it was scary-foggy and somebody neglected to tell us there would be
For 5 seconds we were scared shitless and then Emily, as is her habit when frightened on our morning runs, leapt straight into my arms for protection. (Right, Em?)
I saved her.
Moral of the story: Pugs? Scary in the dark. Might benefit from some breathe-right nasal strips. Worth a try.