Pug Barker. Not the dog. The top dawg.

My father. A mess (not a mass, although he’s 6’2”) of complications got nicknamed “Pug” by my younger brother Danny on the way back from a journo freebee in KZN in a museum when a dog kinda reminded Danny of our at the time, a little grumpy father. Since then, it’s become a term of love.

He emailed this to me tonight. Caption: "On Wall in Paris Metro".

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