Happy Easter friends!

Hello doggies and humans!
This has been a very busy day for us. My parents woke up at 5:20 a.m. Today. Sunday. Mom was worried because they were talking and moving around and going downstairs - where the food is - and I was still asleep! I finally woke up when they were about to leave and soon after they came back. It turns out that they were attending Easter Mass in a beautiful park, with sunrise in the Atlantic ocean as a background. Can you believe what happened next? Dad got an emergency call from work and they had to leave right in the middle of the ceremony. Before sunrise.
Daddy went to work and mom slept. Well, she only got to sleep after she let me in bed with her and my chewie marrow bone (shhhh... daddy doesn't know this!).
Later daddy took us out for breakfast. I asked for a family picture but we all don't fit in the camera phone so we took it in three parts. Don't worry, daddy had a great time, but he never smiles at cameras. And I tried to get my mom's belly in the picture too but somehow my mother doesn't look pregnant with that dress. She only looks chubby!
Oh, speaking of babies and such, I got a formal invitation for my sister's babyshower! The lab puppy's parents are organizing a baby shower for mom and two other girls that work in their other company. It is going to be in mom's boss' home, so there's going to be a yorkie attending for sure. So, the lab's human brother asked mom to take me, because he wants to take her too. Fun! (Shhhh again... I suspect the bosses don't know us doggies are attending!)

Wordless Saturday: how my mother spends her time at work

Bad mom

Good morning friends,
I have been very upset yesterday, specially with my mother. You know, she told me I was going to the vet. I was happy because I love going there. She did forget to mention that I was going to fast almost all day yesterday, and that I was going to get a couple of teeth removed. I insist I need to see an orthodoncist to fix my smile. The picture above - before dental cleaning - shows one big tooth that actually was not big but was loose.
I also got upset because the day before mom went to the airport to see her sister, brother in law and my three cousins while they were in transit. Aunty had someone in Peru sew the bedding for my sister. I liked the idea of having my sister sleep on pug level but mom insists that all this will go on top of a crib. But that's not the reason I am upset. No. Look closer: there are giraffes, monkeys, lions, snakes. Where are the pugs, mother? Didn't we agree that OUR bedroom would be pug themed? At least she chose vibrant colors. We don't want a male pug sleeping in a pink bedroom!
Well, after a nerve wrecking morning waiting for a call from the vet to find out how I did with the anesthesia, my mother called their office at 1 p.m. She asked how I was doing and the girl answered:
"Coco is great. All went well, and he is sitting right in front of me, watching me while I have lunch."
Duh! Anesthesia or not, I was starving!

No, it didn't work!

So, I thought that if I take my external hard drive to the places where I usually read my pee-mail, I would get connection to blog more easily. Guess what? I am stuck with the cell phone again!
I have another idea but it is a secret because it involves mom's computer at work and sneaky sneaky do something during lunch time... until daddy fixes our connection at home.

PS: Please keep mom in your thoughts. Don't worry, she is fine, but I will get a dental cleaning tomorrow and you know how silly worried moms can get.

What it takes...

To make this pug tired:
1. Casually mention that you are going to the beach. The pug will get extremely excited and will pant and jump and be stuck to you for the next two hours until you actually leave the house.
2. Get in the car, put the pug's car harness on and attach it to the rear seat belt. He will start crying 15 minutes after and won't stop until you reach your destination an hour later.
3. Try to reach a spot on the beach. The more you get closer to the water the harder the pug will pull towards the opposite side. Carry him.
4. Unleash the beast, er pug. He will inspect everybody else's bags for treats, and will run towards anyone hadling a bag.
5. The pug will ocassionally try to jump inside the bucket where everyone is throwing away poop bags. Eww.
6. Ask the pug if he wants to go swimming. He will run away again.
7. Take the pug back in the car and listen to him crying all the way to the diner.
8. Try to hold the pug's leash right next to you so he stops scratching your friend's lap (she always brings treats!). Watch the pug walk to the other side of the table. What is he doing without his buddy belt harness? Oh yes, and he did it four times.
9. Finally, decide it is better to hold the pug with your arms, while you try to eat. Don't unterestimate the length of his tongue: He will lick your french toast.
10. Get back in the car and listen once again to the pug cry for 15 minutes.
11. Did he stop crying? Yes. He jumped to the front seat and entertained himself chewing some tissue paper. He got off the car's harness that is attached to the rear seat belt!

How can a pug not be tired after having to go through all this? Mother, I need a beach front home!

Lucky Wednesday

Happy Saint Patrick's day my friends!
I do hope this is a lucky day for you all. I don't have any new pictures on mom's phone and she is feeling too tired to take one, but I still wanted write to thank you all for leaving comments on my latest post. We don't have any news about the job yet, but there is a possibility of dad getting a position here and not up there in West Palm Beach. Yeah, if you thought we were moving to a snowing state, you were wrong. Two hours north is the most my parents would move away from here. They can't handle cold weather very well!
About the puggy, mom told her friend that right now it was not a good moment for us. Mom really needs to save all her energy for my new sister; she has zero experience with babies! Mom also wants to give me as much attention as possible after the baby is born; and we all know that that will be much less attention than what I am getting now. Mom would like to continue taking me places like the beach, pug meetup, shopping... and she thinks it will be easier to do with one pug and a baby. Also, dad wants me to be an only child (and he jokes about getting a double dose of allergens if we get another pug. He sneezes a lot with me). So mom offered her friend help finding a new home for the puggy, but when she found one, her friend thought they were not good enough for the puggy. What more than a loving family could a pug need? Mom decided to step aside and let her friend find the ideal home of "a woman with no kids and no job so she could spend all day petting him but with enough money to buy him expensive meat" for the little pug.
Now, I need to go bite daddy's shoes or something. He is laying on the sofa watching TV and not trying to fix the internet. This situation is really getting on my nerves! Grrr!

What? A brother?

Good morning friends,
Last night I was suddenly awaken by my mother trying to sleep by my side again. She whispered something on my ear, something that kept me thinking all night long.
Let me start by telling you some other news we have. First, right when I was planning to spend the weekend bloggin' I found out that our internet connection broke. Dad tried to fix it but hasn't been successful yet, therefore I blog from a cellphone with a crappy picture once again.
Second, we might move up north. Or might not. You see, dad had a job offer and an interview and we are waiting for a more precise offer to decide if all the changes involved with taking that offer are worth it. What changes, you ask? Well, moving to another city, renting/buying a house there, mom quiting her job, having a baby, mom probably staying at home with the baby for about six months (actually she'd like that to be two or three years), mom maybe going back to school because she really needs a career change that works better with being a human mother (she is considering becoming a teacher)...
And then last night's news: mom's highschool friend sent her a message asking if she'd like to keep her two year old pug. This lady has a kid, a baby and is expecting another baby now. I met this puggy when he was a puppy and we got along well. Actually, I scratched this puggy's apartment's front door right before he pooped in the kitchen. There might be a mental connection between us.

Now, this is what dad said about it:
- ask your friend to take Coco instead.
- we have to be careful with that pug harming Coco while playing since he can't see
- are you crazy? That means more vet bills and responsibilities
- Coco: please make a complaint, your mother is trying to replace you.

This is what mom thinks:
- if we had a backyard, things would be easier
- I need a lot of vet care and without a job, mom has a lot of reasons to worry. So adding another puggy might not be wise.
- if I will like having a brother. I am the king of the house right now.
- how us puggies will do with our new human sister. Maybe one pug will be easier to handle.
- if she doesn't take this puggy, who will?

So far, a desicion has not been made.

Wordless Wednesday: what's going on at work, mother?

Goin' hunting

Hello old and new friends!
I am getting adjusted to our old life now that grandma flew back home, meaning that mom and dad will have more time to do regular stuff like, uhm, yesterday, when they spent about 17 hours sleeping and 4 hours watching movies and eating. They say they are recuperating much needed energy, which I believe in dad's part since he hasn't been feeling well lately... but mom? What's wrong with mom? She is just plain lazy!
Anyway, I wanted to say a big hello to my new friends and followers, I still owe you a visit to your blogs!
Now, I remember someone asking about one of my favorites snack, and a rare delicacy: the poopsicle. That's something money can't buy; you have to hunt it. I can't provide information about how it can be done, because that's something you wouldn't like your parents to know: I get on time-out everytime my parents find out I've had some. You can see the pictures above and get the idea of how you search for poopsicles. Just be sneaky about it!
Have a nice (sunny if possible) Sunday everyone!

Wordless Wednesday: yeah, interesting news... now let me have the bread and sausage please!