Oh Christmas Pug, Oh Christmas Pug

 

This Pug's Life's a Beach

So. This pug has been leading a rather boring life while my people have been renovating, but today I put my pugpaw down. I demanded an adventure, and they finally gave in. Lily Point at Point Roberts! I think they needed the break because the tall one fell asleep on the beach. But before she did, she provided a somewhat satisfactory pug resting spot. You see, they thought they were taking good care of me by bringing my pug hut so I would have a place to hang out rather than stumping sand and seawater all over them, but my place got sandy and ants could get in. This was much better--a whole person between me and the "great outdoors!"

Pug Spa

Start with a vanilla yogurt facial:

Then soak your paws in the kitchen sink.


That's the stuff.

Bumblepuggy Sweater

Cold Spring, Cold Pug

CSI: Pug

The evidence:

The crime scene:
The security cam photo:


The perp:
Have you heard the screaming of the lambs, Clariccccccccccccce?

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.