Meet Panda the Pug

	Panda was rescued from a puppy mill in Kansas. See her trip from St. Louis to Cincinnati here.
	She'd had three or four litters when the vet spayed her due to complications during a C-section.
	She was of no further use to the puppy mill, so they auctioned her off. She was 2-1/2. Six months later she came to live with us.
	William and Paul from the Kansas rescue were calling her Pandora. At the puppy mill she didn't have a name, just a number. We weren't crazy about the name Pandora and had picked out a new one for her. When we met them, though, they'd shortened it to Panda, which just seemed to suit her. So Panda she is.
		Panda loves to chew, rivaling Tiggy's ardent pursuit of the hobby.
	She loves chew toys, chew bones, chair legs, blankets, plants and twigs. Not necessarily in that order.
	Upon her arrival Panda weighed a muscular 19 pounds. Now she refuses to get on the scale and can best be described as "zaftig."
	The reason for this is because Panda sets land speed records for food consumption and her pug mommy has difficulty refusing her charming pug babies anything. (By "difficulty" I mean "she doesn't even try.")

	Although Panda and Tiggy briefly mixed it up a couple of times, they quickly settled down and discovered that their common loves of snacking, gnawing and napping smoothed over any initial misunderstandings.

	After a couple of months, Panda started to feel more at home with us and, following Spike & Tiggy's example, starting barking to warn us of impending danger.
	Dangers such as the kids next door, or the mailman, or joggers, or the vacuum cleaner, or cars driving by....
	She also barked at airplanes, helicopters and thunder. For her relatively small size, she has quite an impressive voice.
	Panda was initially quite wary and standoffish with strangers. Whenever someone new would come to the house she would partially hide behind something and bark at them.
	She also didn't like being held or carried, preferring to go her own way. She slept alone, curled in a tight ball. We attribute all of this behavior to her lack of human contact at the puppy mill.
	We also attributed her tendency to pee on hard surfaces to the puppy mill, too.
	She appears to have large feet, but really she just splays her toes from years of walking on the wire grate of her cage. She's also as graceful as a drunken sailor.
	As time has gone by, however, she's warmed up to us. Now she sleeps with the other dogs and has even figured out how to get up on the big bed. Two years after her arrival, the phrase we use lately is, "Who'd-a thunk Panda would be the cuddly one?"
	And she is.