I hope all of our friends on the hurricane path are safe and well. We are in the process of getting our home prepared for a hurricane, because they seem to like this area the most.
"Mom, I know that you are saving money for important things in life. But, could we get a new doggy door? Please?"
Hellooo *yawn*...
Can you imagine a life of sleep deprivation, a.k.a. pug torture? Let me explain what is going on here.
First, daddy is on medical leave. That makes for an anxious pug that is constantly hunting for bread crumbs and fallen pieces of whatever he may be eating at the time. That's limited my nap time on week days.
Add to that, a loving sister who wants to hug me as soon as she wakes up in the morning. Or at dawn. Or even a couple of hours after she's gone to bed.
Then, there's the driving her to places... I am truly exhausted!
Mommy has a few brand new gray hairs. One of us is responsible for that, I heard. Something about someone being stubborn and driven but too little at the same time.
I am little. Mom? Am I in trouble?
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.
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!
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!
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!
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!
