Well, well...

I am not too well. Mom suspects that I am stressed out because we are about to move; mom and dad are in and out constantly and there's boxes everywhere. I am not eating as eagerly as I used to (with the exception of anything my sister may be eating), and I have been doing things (I don't want to go into detail, just in case any of you is having breakfast or lunch right now) that I used to do before I started treatment for Addison's disease. Well, with my disease you can't handle stress. And that's how I got to be the spoiled little pug that I am. Sigh. Poor me.

It's Father's Day!

Hello friends!
I hope you are having a great Sunday! Yesterday I scared mom big time. But I didn't scare daddy at all. I woke up fine but mid-morning I suddenly could barely walk. Long story short, I had bumped into a hitch on my walk the day before so mom thought I had brain injury or something like that; she freaked out, peed on her pj's, took me to the vet and now I am fine. I was due on my monthly cortisone shot so it seems like it was all related to addison's disease. All along, daddy thought I had just hurt my leg.
Well, after the visit to the vet, mom spent the whole day with me for further observation. That gave us kids a great oportunity to prepare daddy's present. We thought his truck seats were boring so we re-decorated with apple juice and yogurt little hand prints and pug fur. We hope he likes it!
Happy Father's Day to your daddy's and to you if you are a daddy as well!

You've probably heard...

That babies have a favorite teddy bear or security blanket. My sister has me. And for my services as favorite toy/clown/entertainer/trainer, I get a reward. Isn't my job fun?

Good morning

We are still here! We are having a terribly busy time, and because of that, mom turns the computer on for me only once a month, if I am lucky enough. I am sorry for the lack of comments, but things seem to get more and more difficult as baby sister grows older. She likes to get in trouble every two minutes, so mom and I have to keep eye and paw on her respectively, all the time.
Love,
Coco

Buckle up!

Friends,
After unsuccessful attempts of mom having me buckle up in the car, she got me a baby sister to give me company on the rear seat. Problem solved!

New business venture

Friends,
Welcome to our family hospital! Humans at home have been sick with different degrees of respiratory infection being mom the worst case. I didn't get the bug, but I still needed my daily dose of medicine for Addison's disease. Every morning I position myself by the bathroom counter where my medicine is stored. I even bark to alert mom that my medicine is due. In this picture, I am teaching baby sister how to properly position herself to receive her dose of antibiotics. She is a good patient, let me tell you.
Mom, on the other hand, missed days at work and complained about feeling too sick, which worried me because she was not getting paid. It took mom four days to finally decide to go see a doctor. Mom couldn't answer if she had had fever because she didn't make the huge effort of using a thermometer. Mom doesn't take her medicines on time with the silly excuse that she can't think straight. Mom is not a good patient.
There comes my great business idea: a school to teach people and dogs how to be good patients if they unfortunately happen to get sick.
I had to send mom back to work already because she said she is too broke to finance my business project. I hope her co-workers don't mind all the coughs, sneezes and the "what did you just say?". Yeah, ear infections can make you dummy!

It's Mother's Day, friends.

Behave your best today!

No, I ain't smelly!

Could someone please explain her that pugs don't need to take a daily bath?

How we finally decided

Hello friends,
Thank you all for your comments and suggestions about wood flooring. After spending many hours debating, baby sister and I couldn't find an agreement as to what type of flooring to have installed at the house. Finally, late at night, I has handed a cookie and that was it. I let her choose what ever she wanted. This is it my friends; and I have to admit that she was wise enough to pick a pug fur colored wood.

Now hiring

Dear friends
I come to you again to ask a big favor. If you look at the above pictures closely, you will understand what is going on at home. I play with baby sister, she gets bored and goes to play somewhere else. I get bored and go to rest. It is not my fault that there is clean folded laundry in the couch, where I am supposed to lay down. Is that enough reason for baby sister to come and rudely push me down to the floor? Because that's what she did, although I don't have photographic evidence because mom dropped the phone to get her to stop screaming at me.
If you have a reputable Puppy Trainer for baby sister, please let me know. Mom is no good for that.
Sincerely,
Coco