Speechless Sunday: new family member

"Who's that?"

"I don't know, but he kind of looks like you."

"Oh. Mom?!"

Designer Skills

Hello friends,

Let me tell you all a short story. Before we moved into the house, dad told mom that the smallest bedroom should be for the baby. Mom agreed.

The day of the move, they realized that the crib didn't fit through the hallway. Two weeks later, mom decided to convert the crib into a toddler bed to finally move it into the bedroom. That sure was a wise desicion, not only because the baby almost never slept in the crib, but also because she was not going to sleep in the toddler bed either. She sleeps with mom and dad in the king sized bed and that's not about to change.

Therefore, I took over the toddler bed, against daddy's will. My mother and sister think it is cute that I sneak to sleep in there while daddy is not watching. For obvious reasons, I got to decorate the room as I pleased. Do you guys like it?

Human companions

I truly believe that our place is right by our humans, anytime, anywhere. What if they can't take us along? Well, then a cute pug - or dog - accessory in the handbag (or backpack, in my human's case) will do.

Barky Wednesday

"Drop the piece of bread, now!"

Mastering the Art

Dear Friend,

Have you ever wondered how I've prepared myself to be a such an excellent and successful writer? The answer is very simple: I read, or more specifically, I get someone to read to me. Storytime at home may be the most valuable instruction I will ever get.

40 pounds of cuteness

About two weeks ago I overheard this conversation between mom and dad:

"The doctor asked me to try to avoid giving snacks to baby Alfa while at home".

"What?" replied daddy. "Why would the pediatrician ask that?"

"Actually, it was the vet who suggested that, since Coco is overweight and that may be the reason he's been limping lately."

Daddy rolled his eyes, not amused.

Two days later, the vet called with some test results. "It came positive for a bacterial infeccion caused by a tick bite, which may be causing the limping. I will prescribe antibiotics for a month."

That throws overboard the idea of avoiding the pug to eat 3/4 of whatever baby is supposed to eat, since being overweight is not the issue, right mom?

"No, Coco. Sorry."

At the vet appointment today, the scale hit the record number of 40 pounds. Instead of the usual "he is too overweight", someone screamed: "those two are so cute together!". It turns out that baby Alfa's weight is the same as mine. And that I am not overweight anymore. Bring on the snacks!

Wordless Wednesday

Six years ago...

I was born! I haven't received my present yet, but I don't think I can handle any more kisses from my mother. And don't tell me that those kisses are my present. No way.

Also, three years ago, I started my blog. I was a shy pug and it took a big deal of effort to decide to press that "create a blog" button. And I am so glad I did!

Cheers!

It's the weekend, friends

And my birthday is coming soon. Mom, why don't you go shopping for my present? There's an appliance store nearby and I would like one of these. Just make sure it has a doggy door. Thank you.

Work Schedule

Good morning friends,

Mom and dad were talking about work yesterday. There's been a lot going on in dad's work place ever since he left for medical leave and he is very stressed out about it. There's also been changes in mom's office and she is very stressed out as well. And then, I heard the shocking news: mom clocks in and out. Really? Can you imagine having your lunch time limited by a horrible machine? Can you believe this has been going on for almost a year?

Not to make you feel bad mom, but, would you like to know what I am doing while you clock in to work, out to lunch, in again to work and then out to go home?