Right where I belong

Hello friends!

I am back after a very difficult time. I was in charge of our home and of the care and protection of the ladies of the family because daddy was hospitalized and underwent surgery last week. Although it was a time of great responsibility for me, it was also an enjoyable time, since I was able to be bossy and I was also allowed to sleep with my mother and sister. Or, they were allowed to sleep with me, to be more precise. Mom complained that the floor is too hard to sleep on for a whole week. My sister didn't say a word, other than baba, dada, agua and mama.

I behaved, as was expected by my father. And that ocassion when my mother had to run home right when dad's surgery ended - and before she was allowed to see him - because the alarm went off? No, I didn't push that door. It was mom's fault for not closing it properly. I was a starving pug waiting for someone to feed me. It is not my fault that the surgery started much later than expected. Lucky mom, she was allowed to see dad in the post-op room before heading home. She can't tell what freaked her out the most: if the fear of going home and find uninvited guests there, or the devastating look of my father in pain.

Now that we are back to normal, I have resumed my post right next to the refrigerator door.

Look who's walking

Dear friend,
Have you ever been chased? I bet you have. Non-stop? I wish not.
Lucky me, I was given a brand new bed to rest well at night. What do you think? Do you like it? It came with girly bedding, but I plan to get rid of that soon!

The advantage of being fluffy and furry

Hello friends!

How have you been? I hope all is well! I must say I am the happiest pug on earth. Mom and dad got me my very own fenced in backyard! I can now sniff and explore without a leash and without having mother freak out because I am going too far away / sniffing someone else's poop / getting too close to the street / being closely followed by a stray cat that probably thinks I am a pork chop / anything else her mind can think of.

Well, I must also admit that my parents got the backyard for me and only me. Mosquitoes are really bad in the area and no humans are allowed outside the screened area. Specially the female component of my family, who mosquitoes love the most.

Thank you, mom and dad! I promise to share such a great gift with you as soon as winter arrives!

Professional Cleaning Service

Quick and free, no matter what's on the menu!

Men at Work

Excuse the dust, but we are trying to put together the closet system. Daddy should have taken a picture before removing the shelves to paint the wall but I wasn't asked for advice at that time... now he wishes he had asked. Never underestimate a pug's wisdom, people! Daddy and I are hard at work while baby Alfa plays. Now, that's wiser, in my opinion!

Confessions

Almost one year ago I got my very first gray hair. It was on a special weekend, I remember well. My parents spent three days out and I missed them dearly. I stayed home with grandma and dad came to see me twice a day, as per my mother's request.

By the time mom got home, I already had grown quite a bunch of gray hair on my chin. A couple of days later, a little squirm got me to understand everything. I was not an only child anymore!

Fear and nervousness were soon replaced by curiosity and then joy: I've never seen someone drop that much food on the floor, much less with the sole purpose of watching me eat it!

Something I knew from the very beginning, that was hard to believe, yet I can't hide no more: she is the new alpha and I've come to accept it that way. Happy birthday, baby Alfa!

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