Puglsey, now Stan, has had his manhood removed, and is alive and well, living with an adoptive mother in Virginia. There seems to be a vigorous network of dog-savers, many for specific breeds, but most will make an exception for just about anyone. There was apparently quite an e-mail thread amongst the savers (I'll meet you in Roanoke; Can you get him to . . .?). So he is safe, well, and most assuredly loved. Who could not love him?
I learned that pugs do NOT like being outdoors, and crave all manner of kindness (as we all do).