A Visit With Mr. Hobbs

Hi. Wanna be friends?


Well, if you're not sure, I'm not sure.


I hate these uncomfortable silences.


Fine, then. I'll just pretend you're not here.

Pug's Patience

Care to toss the boney?

I'm waiting...
waiting...
waiting for the bone to be thrown...

How to Make a Pug Miserable: Go Camping

Seriously. What is this? I'm piled on top of a bunch of stuff in the back of a hot car.

Driving down more of a cowpath than a road.

And camping in the middle of nowhere.

What--no food? Good thing there are lots of cowpatties. I'll do that when they're not looking...


A snooze at last.

Oooh--it's a little hot out here.



OK--so there was some chillin'...

and some pretty spectacular walks...

and then there was that fabulous beach...

Baywatch!

Yippee!

Pug and a Pot

It's never to late to get started on spring planting.

Party Pug

Robert and Gillian had cake and whipped cream for Robert's birthday.
There was plenty to go around!
I could get used to this. When's the next birthday?
mmmmmllllaaaawwwwmmmmmlllllaaaawwwwww!

Denatured Pug

Post-spaying Pugvalescence: The Tale of One Sad Pug

These pictures are a few months old, from the day Robert took me to the SPCA in Vancouver for the removal of my puglet-producing bits. I also received a tattoo in my ear, so don't mess. I've been inked. The Tale of One Sad Pug, continued

Robert was none too amused when the well-meaning but batty staff at the SPCA said "Your daddy's here!" as he came to pick me up. But he was very happy to see me, and I couldn't wait to get out of there.

I was groggy and out of sorts that evening, so my people made all sorts of sympathetic noises and tucked me into my pugbed. But my guts hurt, my ear hurt, and my mouth hurt (the chief dog-torturer/vet also pulled a puppy tooth that wasn't coming out).

Why am I revisiting this tale of pug-woe now? Because they took me to the vet today to be poked with more needles (booster shots, they tell me) and have liquid dumped down my nose (to prevent kennel cough). Why are things that are supposed to be good for you so unpleasant?

The Visit: Three Pounds of Pom

Intruder Alert: Mini Mouse visited a few months ago. After a long delay, here's the photographic evidence.

This Pug's Life's a Beach

February doesn't make this pug shiver.

Sun Dog

Sunbeam bliss.

More Dogma

Snow Puggard

Behold, in no particular order, the exploits of the mighty mountain snow pug.

This lucky tree has pug on its fork.

The snow banks were as tall as I--but I mastered the art of snow-bounding.


Christmas has many attendant traditions, I'm told. One involves decorating a tree and exchanging presents. Another involves feasting on turkey, stuffing, brussel sprouts, and red cabbage, followed by a dense cake of fruit and nuts. The most important one involves dressing perfectly nice doggies in perfectly silly collars. Though I do think I look quite spiffy. Indeed, I think I look rather Elizabethan.


Which would make this "A Winter's Tail."