▪ I. puggy, n.1
(ˈpʌgɪ)
[f. pug n.2 + -y.]
† 1. A term of endearment used to women and children. See pug n.2 1. Obs.
| 1611 Beaum. & Fl. Knt. Burn. Pestle iii. v, Begon, begon my juggy, my puggy, begon my love, my deere. 1719 D'Urfey Pills IV. 44 My Juggy, my Puggy, My Honey, my Bunny. 1721 Bailey, Puggy, a soothing Word to a little Child, or a Paramour, as My little Puggy. |
2. A monkey; = pug n.2 6. Sc.
| 1821 Blackw. Mag. Nov. 392/2 ‘See that wee body sittin' on the man's shouther’... ‘That's a puggy, man’. 1897 C. M. Campbell Deilie Jock i. 29 I've heard talk o' some missing link, atween men and puggies. |
3. Quasi-proper name for a fox: = pug n.2 8.
| 1827 Sporting Mag. XXI. 134 Puggy, thinking it time to shift, got into a drain. |
▪ II. ‖ puggy, n.2 Anglo-Ind.
(ˈpʌgɪ)
Also puggee.
[Hindī pagī, f. pag pug n.4]
A tracker.
| 1879 Times of India Overland Suppl. 12 May (Y.), Good puggies or trackers should be employed to follow the dacoits. 1883 Ld. Saltoun Scraps II. 258 The ‘puggy’ is one of a caste, who..obtain the name from their skill in following foot-tracks, or ‘pugs’. 1889 Baden-Powell Pigsticking 56 In pugging boars, the usual method is for four or five trackers or ‘puggees’ to start together. |
▪ III. puggy, a.1
(ˈpʌgɪ)
[f. pug n.2 + -y.]
Resembling the face or nose of a monkey or pug-dog; having such a face or nose; squat-faced; pug-nosed.
| 1722 Ramsay Three Bonnets iii. 78 'Tis gowd that maks some great men witty, And puggy lasses fair and pretty. 1893 Stevenson Catriona 110 My affection for my King, God bless the puggy face of him, is under more control. 1904 Daily Chron. 12 Nov. 6/5 Its puggy little nose has quite a smashed-in appearance, and when the animal looked in a mirror it also must have noticed that, for it smiled an almost cynical smile. |
▪ IV. puggy, a.2 dial.
(ˈpʌgɪ)
[f. pug vb. dial., to perspire (Halliwell).]
Moist, clammy.
| 1814 S. Pegge's Anecd. Eng. Lang., Suppl. Grose's Gloss., Puggy, moist, arising from gentle perspiration. A puggy hand. North. 1825 in Brockett N.C. Gloss. 1896 Hare Story My Life III. xv. 329, I remembered being sick as a child from the puggy smell of its hideous interior. It was just as puggy to day, but I was not sick. |